October 13, 2008
am sitting in my room looking at the wall
am wandering why life for me so much different
am searching for my purpose in life
am wanedring why i do the things i do
i want to scream, dance, laugh, love
but me won't let me
i want to hate, jump, yell, hurt
but me is not letting me
there are times when i feel weak, broken, shaken,
and yet, me still find a way to get back up
am so tired of things around me
i feel tangled, feel like i have been sharkled
me wants to beak free and fly. But doesn't know how.

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mariama92 said...
Oct. 27, 2008 at 9:28 pm
I can really relate to this poem. The writer did a phenomenal job, I was truly touched.
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