About the Poem
Back a few years ago I overheard a conversation about myself . . . about my childhood . . . I was adopted and before that severely abused. So hearing this for the first time and being 16 at the time . . . well it made me kind of crazy . . . I started doing drugs and lots of other stuff until finally I had a breakthrough I thought for so long that I had to fight everyone to prove that I was actually a person but then I realized that I was riding my own cliche and that if I accept the things that I cannot change, then what others think does not matter. However at the same time I am terrified that I am exactly what I hate so much . . .
Don't Tell Me Who I Am |
| by Wes Mitchell |
| no. really I do know how I am I'm all messed up that's nothing new I don't know what to do or who to be or what you expect from me it really doesn't matter anyway you can scream at a wall until it breaks but in the end it's still broken, how do you change you? who is it that I have turned into it's not me it's not you god, please don't let it be them it must be them because I will wreck you and I will use you I don't know you please, don't go cause I am scared what if I really am who I came from I know I push you away what if it really is all my fault stay cause I am not me something has been taken from my quivering soul Love. |
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3 Visitor Comments
KC
This really is speaking to me becuase Im going through pretty touch stuff and I have all these questions about life.
bevus
i love this poem it touched me
Guy
simply provocative. good reading for any age who wants to take time out to hear.
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