Opening Yourself

I am a safe waiting to be opened,
to share myself with the world.
I wonder what it would be like to be open
to see the world again.
I hear the turning of the lock-click, click
trying to see myself.
I see light peering in from outside
I want to let people in
to see the real me for the first time.
I am a safe waiting to be opened,
to share myself with the world.

I pretend that I am not locked up
that I can be myself.
I feel the pressure of society
needing to be perfect
not to show a flaw.
I worry about not being my best
making a mistake that is too extensive to fix.
I cry about life being lost without seeing the potential.
I am a safe waiting to be opened,
to share myself with the world.

I understand that no one is perfect.
I say lets accept people’s flaws.
I dream of looking at my positives not my negatives
to see the good not the bad.
I try to be better
treat people with respect.
I hope to alter peoples outlook on themselves
like the challenging change of the seasons: different, new, and magical.
I am a safe waiting to be opened,
to share myself with the world.





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Sarbear This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 18, 2010 at 4:04 pm
your really talented!! LOVE THIS
 
boothbay said...
Apr. 12, 2010 at 3:32 pm
I really thought this poem was great and thought the author really opened up her heart.
 
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