Masterpiece (Not)

Who am I? What am I?

Why do I live on a high?

Why do I always just lie?

What's the sky look like? To fly

would be a dream of mine. Oh well,

I guess that nobody can tell

who I am or what I will do.

I have no idea and surely you

cannot know me better than I.

Or could you? Am I so awry

that I cannot see straightly? Hey,

is it possible that everyday

I spent alone in worried wonder

turned out to be just a blunder?

Was the truth so clear to me

that it was impossible to see?

I'm finding all of the truth now,

and all of it is dangerous. Wow,

how did I miss

and live in this bliss

when there were so many seeds to plow?

Why did I live my life all alone

when there were so many unknown

tones to be turned

and rhymes to be churned

while I sat solemnly on a sad stone?

I never would have predicted in my time

that all of my cleverest long rhymes

would turn into a world of cloud.

I stood and turned my back, so proud

on the thoughts and emotions that made me real.

Instead, I attempted to appeal

and please everyone who listened then.

That was my mistake, so begin again

and now I travel down this road.

I've slowed and stowed but never showed

the true pain I felt. The true mistakes

I made were the beginning. I raise the stakes

even higher now. I'm not shying down.

I'm standing tall and raising a hall

of soldiers marching, on and on.

We continue on until dawn

because now I'm breaking apart myself

and feeling what I felt sitting on that shelf.

They cast me aside quickly

but I never did know

all the places they would send me

and all the trouble that would go

along with being their slave enslaved

to being someone who

I did not want to be, fighting

for something I hated too.

I'm not a masterpiece, I'm a piece of a master.

Put me together with someone and we would rise faster,

rising so high, in the sky, yeah, our fame

would be endless, historic, and they'd know our name.

Instead of that, though, no, I've been too selfish

with pride as sharp as the ears of an elfish

person. Yeah, I walked by myself

and ended back up on that cold shelf.

So now, here I am, getting ready to change

all my ways and my motives, to try to extend my range

and become a greater person, a poet, and a man.

I'm working on my masterpiece, the climax of my plan.

Author's Note

A little bit of everything in there, tell me what you think below.

Reviews

[Reeg]

I Love a poem that tells me alot about the Author. The way that this was written is admirable, it isnt everyday that you see someone who can keep the kind of flow you do.
As far as how the poem is written - Hell yeah great job!
As far as the content it is surely on the more interesting side of the spectrum,
Super enjoyable as a whole! Great job (:

[Not here]

thank you alot :) and love your profil pic

[Reeg]

Thank you (: I am currently reading Alices adventures in wonderland and it seemed appropriate (: