The Truth About Me

There is a voice inside my head telling me I

can't speak I can't be why do I listen to this voice

when I am quiet they tell me why are you shy

when I am loud they tell me why are you crazy

why do I do this to myself

why can't I show my true colours about me

why can't I not be the woman I want to be

why cant I show my own true colours and then be okay and

not think of getting judged I will tell you, why do I do this to myself

why I listen to this voice in my head I will speak the truth about me and the only

truth about me

I am the person you first meet that would sit down and be

afraid to ask you question because I am so scared if you are going to

judge me

I am the person that cries and when I cry and you see me cry I would want

to run to the other room and cry over there because I am so scared if I show

you my weakness

I am the person where I want to say my opinion I will get shy of saying

my own opinion because this voice inside my head is telling me

I am not brave and gives me all the different thoughts in my head

why do I do this I am so scared of being weak and being brave and most of all

being me

I try to be perfect in every side in every way I try to hide my faults but every time I hide

I hide the real me

I wonder when am I going to shoot this voice in my head

when will I be free when will I get to speak my own voice

The real problem is me I am the one that listens to this voice not him not her me

as for me today I would take that voice and I would crumble it and tare it a part

and I will take it and throw it somewhere far away where it will never come back

And finally I could be the women I want to be

I will speak I will be what I want to be not what someone else wants me to be.

Author's Note

Tell me what you really think

Reviews

[Bear]

Critique: (why cant I show my own true colours) why can't
(afraid to ask you question) "ask you a question" or " ask you questions" ?
(crumble it and tare it a part) tear it apart
Now your sentence structure takes all the flow out of your poem, if I may be so bold I would like to offer an edit critique restructuring your poem. If I have offended you by my actions then a beg your forgiveness.

There is a voice inside my head telling me I can't speak
It can't be, why do I listen to this voice
When I am quiet they tell me why are you shy
When I am loud they tell me why are you crazy
Why do I do this to myself
Why can't I show my true colours about me
Why can't I not be the woman I want to be
Why can't I show my own true colours
Then be okay and not think of getting judged
I will tell you why I do this to myself
Why I listen to this voice in my head
I will speak the truth about me
And the only truth about me
I am the person you first met that would sit down
And be afraid to ask you questions
Because I am so scared you are going to judge me
I am the person that cries
And when I cry and you see me cry
I would want to run to the other room
And cry over there because I am so scared
If I show you my weakness
I am the person where I want to say my opinion
I will get shy of saying my own opinion
Because this voice inside my head is telling me I am not brave
And gives me all the different thoughts in my head
Why do I do this I am so scared of being weak
And being brave and most of all being me
I try to be perfect in every side in every way
I try to hide my faults but every time I hide the real me
I wonder when am I going to shoot this voice in my head
When will I be free, when will I get to speak my own voice
The real problem is me, I am the one that listens to this voice
Not him, not her, me
As for me, today I would take that voice
And I would crumble it and tear it apart
And I will take it and throw it somewhere far away
where it will never come back
And finally I could be the women I want to be
I will speak, I will be what I want to be
Not what someone else wants me to be

Review: Great topic, everyone can relate because we have all been there, most of us more than once. You did a good job of projecting the fear and doubt, it is almost eerie it is so powerful. I say this all the time, I love dark poetry, pain and fear are a big part of life and you can learn a lot about how to deal with them by reading how others have. Well done and I look forward to reading your future works :~)

[Coyote Poetry]

Very hard lesson to learn. But we must.
"And finally I could be the women I want to be
I will speak I will be what I want to be not what someone else wants me to be."
We must like ourselves. Follow a life which is not meaningful. Leave us with a empty life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. Left something for the reader to think about.
Coyote

[billy]

how bout if i type better--should say "promo"

[billy]

Yeah, good, deep, maybe good pro mom for a meditation class

[Writer forever]

What do you mean

[billy]

the 'promo' part?
I just mean most of my tortured mediations seem to swirl somewhere in that questioning-self mode of thought until resolved. Always trying to get a handle on repressing it, and it mostly becomes a mind control issue--no?

[Willard Wells]

A tale that is shared in the minds of most, but you must look at and accept yourself. If you are judged it should be by you and others are just expressing their opinion. Like our writings, it's what you get and feel from your work. It may not speak to everyone, but if you reach just one person with your words or with your kindness in life, that is what matters and only that. Love yourself first before attempting to love others and those that judge you harshly, I expect have no love for themselves.

Now that I said it's you work and your choice, I can see this beautiful work with some punctuation and structural changes, but that's just me. I enjoyed your work.

[Writer forever]

Thank you and i will work on it

[Southern_Writes]

I really really enjoy the message conveyed here, but I can not say it really reads as a poem. Either way the words and the message are so strong and beautiful, we live in a world that is suppose to be about freedoms, but we are all so afraid. Afraid to be anything but the accepted and expected, as one sheltered soul to another, let your heart cry out and be heard dear friend.