Compassion Poem

Who I Really Am Poem

I wrote this because I was tired of people judging me without knowing me.

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This poem touched me a lot. Coming from an abusive home, I did not know anything about myself, wasn't taught anything, wasn't loved or cared for. I was neglected, left to fend for myself. It...

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A Lot Of Anger

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Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010 with permission of the Author.

I ache with this...
words scream out of my mouth with no meaning.
No sounds compare to the things I seem to say.
I am sorry.
It is never as mean as it seems to be,
although my disparity wilts this rose.
Unfortunately I cannot soak up all the positivity that sways my way.
This is not me.
Anger does not fill these young veins.
Hatred should not live in my bewildered heart.
Never should I have endured this pitiful feeling,
this feeling that holds me back so much.
With wild acts of my virtue,
I open my arms because no one knows the truth.

So let me show you me!

I sing because I love to.
I write because it is my passion
I love too easily,
and I forgive others before I forgive myself.
I hate not knowing what the future brings,
yet it spikes my curiosity.
I get shy, but never for too long.
I want others to feel my difference.
I seek the diversity in life,
and I embrace all that meets my face.

I am sorry those of you who do not know me.
Life never ends,
and there is plenty of time
for all to see the reality of it all.
Let me smile for every reason and not just one.
Let me speak without hesitation in my voice.
Let me be who I am without judgment of our cruel society.
Let me yell out loud and have all join me because we are all one.
So put the past behind and look forward to what tomorrow has to offer.

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  • Boyd O by Boyd O
  • 8 years ago

This poem touched me a lot. Coming from an abusive home, I did not know anything about myself, wasn't taught anything, wasn't loved or cared for. I was neglected, left to fend for myself. It was my will that led me to where I am today. I have broken off the shackles of abuse and I am willing to move forward with my life and be the person I am destined to be. Thank you, God bless, peace be with you and once again, thank you for the poem.

  • Skylar Marie by Skylar Marie
  • 10 years ago

Beautiful. Just beautiful.
I cannot find any other way to say this.
It explains me perfectly.

  • Brooklyn Camas by Brooklyn Camas
  • 14 years ago

Thank you so much for putting the words in my mouth I have cried for so long wanting to know that others knew what I have felt and dealt with for so many years. I would love to hear more from you

  • Deedra Lofton by Deedra Lofton
  • 7 years ago

I, too, grew up holding in a lot of pain. People were always asking me why was I mad all time. I, myself, never noticed it. I loved writing short stories in my 8th grade English class, and one of our assignments was to write a poetry notebook with 11 different types of poems. I remember thinking here goes another F. Two weeks later, the teacher hands them out and said I had 1 A+, several B's. I read three of my favorites to the classroom. Two were put in the school annual, and from that day I made sure I was smiling when I got to school. It made me feel proud of myself.

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