Who am I

for contest Write for you....

Who am I?

Does it matter,

that I know this.

Who am I?

What do you care?

I cannot say, really.

Full of scars, inside

and out.  Imperfections,

and so much more.

Does it matter, not 

to me.  So why should

you even care to look.

Full of hatred and 

a thirst to kill, revenge,

and perhaps justice.

These scars, run deep,

within, but no one 

can see them, unless I

choose to let you see.

Walk away, let me be,

cause what I am, is 

not what I want to be,

yet in the end, thats just

me.

Who am I,

I am not sure,

but perhaps once

I am dead, I shall

finally know.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I’m always in awe of how much you describe my own feelings about my life experiences with your words. I know there’s a universal response to childhood abuse, but this is more than that. So many times I feel ambivalent about letting people in -- that’s the main thing I get from your message. Sometimes it feels like more trouble than it’s worth -- to get into things, trying to explain how it goes, responding to the shock & disgust which the uninitiated folks spew, whenever they first hear how it was for us. Sometimes it’s better to just keep it to myself. But then I feel an obligation to offer my healing growth to others who are struggling. Your honesty & straightforward messages are a gift (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

[sette]

and there are hidden scars which cannot be removed but rather be accepted as part of our life

[Maria]

Very true. And am learning to do so

[Aaron]

wow , this was deep , loved it , keep writing

[Maria]

Thanks...have been a tad out of it, but want to go back to writing.