Disillusion
The people who love me
praise me, they say
how good I am at
this or that, how
beautiful my poems
are, how lovely
my book is now
that I am such
an artist, wow!
I would wish they
didn't, though, for
every time it
hurts me so
when someone I
like, tells me
the truth.
“It's just not your thing”
she said, and she
was right.
In stead of me
I've always seen
the girl they've
wanted me
to be, but
I am not I
say, listen to
me. I am not
I am now free.
But it does not feel like that.
praise me, they say
how good I am at
this or that, how
beautiful my poems
are, how lovely
my book is now
that I am such
an artist, wow!
I would wish they
didn't, though, for
every time it
hurts me so
when someone I
like, tells me
the truth.
“It's just not your thing”
she said, and she
was right.
In stead of me
I've always seen
the girl they've
wanted me
to be, but
I am not I
say, listen to
me. I am not
I am now free.
But it does not feel like that.
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| Ylaide: | Zaterdag, januari 29, 2011 22:17 |
| Jij mag zijn zoals je bent om te kunnen worden wie je bent maar nog niet kunt zijn en je mag het worden op jouw manier en in jouw tijd. |
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| Auteur: Ceridwen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 januari 2011 | ||
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