Pushing Through It AllA Poem by thefrozenfire
My past is like ripped pages of a novel.
I write on my palm
Forbidden words I would never say aloud
In this world, so naked
Stripped from my true feelings
Having to find myself from the suffocating crowd
I've asked myself repeatedly
If I was worth it all
As soon as I make up my mind of throwing it all away
My memories play back to me
Like a slideshow on a projector wall
My eyes flitter
The metal taste never escaping my lips
I have so much to say,
So much to give
Why do I always have regrets?
I guess your past is only footsteps behind you
But sometimes I want to be left alone
I'm capable of making my own decisions
Always paranoid of darkness returning
And swallowing me into it's home.
I've made a lot of mistakes
But I have learned from them all
Moving on, I've made my peace
Looking forward to life, I have my dreams...
And I will achieve them
Doing what ever it takes.
© 2012 thefrozenfire
AboutHi, guys! I am Ashley, a seventh grader who loves everything about literature. I am currently writing new poems to add to a book. Hopefully I can publish it someday. When I grow up I hope to be workin.. more..