What in you is not yours? Whose is it?
31 responses
my grief isn’t all mine.
the feelings aren’t all from me.
the tell-tale signs of healing from something that wasn’t my fault to begin with. the core isn’t me.
the eyes aren’t mine alone.
the laugh isn’t my own.
the body is a vessel gifted to me.
at the base, the soul is something that was never to be my own.
this life, on a contract, signed under their name.
i have the copy, and i look for loopholes, hoping at least they’d become mine, if i were to remain yours.
"her words, not mine."
muted ferry
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
My anxiety
It belonged to my mother and now it belongs to me
A heavy anchor I never asked to carry
Never understood her worry when I was young
Until I inherited it and now understand her overprotective tendencies
I hope I don't pass it along to my children if I ever conceive
It's an unwelcome burden
shy marsh
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
Love
its not mine
its the women who work for family
the children who brighten days
but all together I am a child and I am a woman but its not mine because it started long ago when my ancestors said I love you
copper ridge
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC
these eyes.
I cannot take credit for my lovely eyes
I owe my father.
drifting ferry
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 8:12 AM UTC
https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5303392/call-me-crazy-and-probably-call-the-police
golden elm
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
The thoughts and dreams of those that have been squatting inside my thoughts and feelings
early window
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
I got my mother’s build, tall and lean. I got a little bit of her fire, some of her fear, too, I have to admit. My spirit was probably (and secretly) more from my father. He was thoughtful but practical and liked to keep things simple.
amber pine
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:15 AM UTC
Love
not sisterly love
nor the family love
instead, the love that brings two together
too often i'm conflicted between one or another
and yet none
i desire no one
and somehow
everyone
i wish i didn't feel this way
and yet my feelings conflict so often
too often
does any of this make sense?
nope
will it ever?
probably not...
copper cloud
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
My body
A trust
A responsibility
Not mine
But His
Lord Most High
I belong to You
weary magpie
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
i am a collection
of everyone
and everything
i have ever known
am i me?
or am i everyone else?
is my body really mine?
who am i?
humble atlas
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
My happiness-
I owe it all to her
My sadness
she sensed
swooped in
like a dove
and healed
dusky field
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
This smile on my face
it belongs to her and only her
sudden orchard
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
My soul is not mine,
but belongs to the creator
whose spark resides within me
and gives life to my form.
faded orchard
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:53 PM UTC
My Texan mom used to say," Oh my stars and garters !''
dusky elm
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:03 PM UTC
I inherited the secret map of their quiet scars
psychic places where the oxygen dies
too much pain that wasn’t mine but
I built my identity with it
the silence of my father as a sharpened stone
everything he refused to weep
they left me the sunrise like a bruised eye
they traded their skin for an armor so heavy
that I’ve forgotten how to breathe
without any struggle
late ivy
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
My forehead belongs to
Grandma
And my grey eyes
Are my
Aunts
My lips
Pinched thin
A stark red line
Nana
My eyes
That squint in
Every picture
Dad
My hips
That swing
With every step
Mirror my mothers
I am not my own
But a collection
Of those
Before me
restless harbor
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
This burning forest in my head.
This teetering, tottering instability, like a rocking ship in a storm.
My life is a Russian Roulette of good days and bad days-
the weather in my mind can never be forecasted.
My grandmother started it all, with her angry fits and her double sided nature,
and it spread to my aunt,
to my father,
and to me.
I try to refuse it, to rebuke the sick family heirloom I was handed,
but no amount of Lamictal can change my DNA.
(Bipolar Disorder really sucks ToT)
blue stoat
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
my heart
I don't trust me with it
I know I'll break it to pieces
its my girlfriends
hollow creek
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
My state of anger, it is not something I resonate with
It seems borrowed from the generations of genetics passed to me
But I did feed it, every day when it hovered over me,
I let it,
I broke down when it made me,
I tried to notice the 5 things around me
But everything was just a blur
And I lost it, I couldn't bear it
open porch
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
My voice, Its in me... but its not mine
My father says "Respect me!" "Say you're sorry." "You're not supposed to say that."
Why do those things have to come out of MY mouth?
this isn't yours.. but mine. Please let me speak
heavy fern
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:30 AM UTC
Not of myself
No dawn was summoned by my hand,
nor morning painted skies;
so too the light that wakes my soul
was mercy’s gift to rise.
This faith I hold is not my own;
it was not mine to claim.
A gift bestowed by hands unseen,
a quiet, holy flame.
tender wren
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC
I love music
I've been surrounded by it all my life
But this voice I've sang with since I was small
Was a voice my mother sang with first
First soprano
to Second
windswept elm
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:11 AM UTC
i am but a mosiac of everyone i've ever loved.
all my language,
memories, all my reduncancies, flaws, mannerisms
theirs and mine
i do not know me
restless barn
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:10 AM UTC
Feelings of many faces as I have gotten older. I have felt a Native American spirit surrounding me as I have walked this path. A spirit of sorrow that flows through me, at times in tears that are not my own.Feelings that crawl through me trying to express sorrow. I carry this burden inside the hollowness of my mind where feelings come alive within me. Yet at times I feel they are not mine. Ancient voices speak words into my sorrowful emotion.
copper moss
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 6:29 AM UTC
When i talk i talk like you
i get passionate and my hands go crazy
i put a point forward in a cnversation with my hand on the table
makeing a vertual list
just like you dad
i cant handle change like you
when this are set they are set
dont change my time
or my place
or my day
it confuses me and i get lost
just like you mom change makes me anxious
i have a mask just like you
though there is no you
that you is me
i hide my feelings my thoughts my pain
just like you or me
im not who i seem
frail swallow
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC
my grief isn’t all mine.
the feelings aren’t all from me.
the tell-tale signs of healing from something that wasn’t my fault to begin with. the core isn’t me.
the eyes aren’t mine alone.
the laugh isn’t my own.
the body is a vessel gifted to me.
at the base, the soul is something that was never to be my own.
this life, on a contract, signed under their name.
i have the copy, and i look for loopholes, hoping at least they’d become mine, if i were to remain yours.
"her words, not mine."
muted ferry
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
Love
its not mine
its the women who work for family
the children who brighten days
but all together I am a child and I am a woman but its not mine because it started long ago when my ancestors said I love you
copper ridge
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC
https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5303392/call-me-crazy-and-probably-call-the-police
golden elm
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
I got my mother’s build, tall and lean. I got a little bit of her fire, some of her fear, too, I have to admit. My spirit was probably (and secretly) more from my father. He was thoughtful but practical and liked to keep things simple.
amber pine
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:15 AM UTC
My body
A trust
A responsibility
Not mine
But His
Lord Most High
I belong to You
weary magpie
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
My happiness-
I owe it all to her
My sadness
she sensed
swooped in
like a dove
and healed
dusky field
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
My soul is not mine,
but belongs to the creator
whose spark resides within me
and gives life to my form.
faded orchard
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:53 PM UTC
I inherited the secret map of their quiet scars
psychic places where the oxygen dies
too much pain that wasn’t mine but
I built my identity with it
the silence of my father as a sharpened stone
everything he refused to weep
they left me the sunrise like a bruised eye
they traded their skin for an armor so heavy
that I’ve forgotten how to breathe
without any struggle
late ivy
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
This burning forest in my head.
This teetering, tottering instability, like a rocking ship in a storm.
My life is a Russian Roulette of good days and bad days-
the weather in my mind can never be forecasted.
My grandmother started it all, with her angry fits and her double sided nature,
and it spread to my aunt,
to my father,
and to me.
I try to refuse it, to rebuke the sick family heirloom I was handed,
but no amount of Lamictal can change my DNA.
(Bipolar Disorder really sucks ToT)
blue stoat
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
My state of anger, it is not something I resonate with
It seems borrowed from the generations of genetics passed to me
But I did feed it, every day when it hovered over me,
I let it,
I broke down when it made me,
I tried to notice the 5 things around me
But everything was just a blur
And I lost it, I couldn't bear it
open porch
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
Not of myself
No dawn was summoned by my hand,
nor morning painted skies;
so too the light that wakes my soul
was mercy’s gift to rise.
This faith I hold is not my own;
it was not mine to claim.
A gift bestowed by hands unseen,
a quiet, holy flame.
tender wren
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC
i am but a mosiac of everyone i've ever loved.
all my language,
memories, all my reduncancies, flaws, mannerisms
theirs and mine
i do not know me
restless barn
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:10 AM UTC
When i talk i talk like you
i get passionate and my hands go crazy
i put a point forward in a cnversation with my hand on the table
makeing a vertual list
just like you dad
i cant handle change like you
when this are set they are set
dont change my time
or my place
or my day
it confuses me and i get lost
just like you mom change makes me anxious
i have a mask just like you
though there is no you
that you is me
i hide my feelings my thoughts my pain
just like you or me
im not who i seem
frail swallow
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC
My anxiety
It belonged to my mother and now it belongs to me
A heavy anchor I never asked to carry
Never understood her worry when I was young
Until I inherited it and now understand her overprotective tendencies
I hope I don't pass it along to my children if I ever conceive
It's an unwelcome burden
shy marsh
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
these eyes.
I cannot take credit for my lovely eyes
I owe my father.
drifting ferry
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 8:12 AM UTC
The thoughts and dreams of those that have been squatting inside my thoughts and feelings
early window
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
Love
not sisterly love
nor the family love
instead, the love that brings two together
too often i'm conflicted between one or another
and yet none
i desire no one
and somehow
everyone
i wish i didn't feel this way
and yet my feelings conflict so often
too often
does any of this make sense?
nope
will it ever?
probably not...
copper cloud
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
i am a collection
of everyone
and everything
i have ever known
am i me?
or am i everyone else?
is my body really mine?
who am i?
humble atlas
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
This smile on my face
it belongs to her and only her
sudden orchard
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
My Texan mom used to say," Oh my stars and garters !''
dusky elm
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:03 PM UTC
My forehead belongs to
Grandma
And my grey eyes
Are my
Aunts
My lips
Pinched thin
A stark red line
Nana
My eyes
That squint in
Every picture
Dad
My hips
That swing
With every step
Mirror my mothers
I am not my own
But a collection
Of those
Before me
restless harbor
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
my heart
I don't trust me with it
I know I'll break it to pieces
its my girlfriends
hollow creek
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
My voice, Its in me... but its not mine
My father says "Respect me!" "Say you're sorry." "You're not supposed to say that."
Why do those things have to come out of MY mouth?
this isn't yours.. but mine. Please let me speak
heavy fern
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:30 AM UTC
I love music
I've been surrounded by it all my life
But this voice I've sang with since I was small
Was a voice my mother sang with first
First soprano
to Second
windswept elm
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:11 AM UTC
Feelings of many faces as I have gotten older. I have felt a Native American spirit surrounding me as I have walked this path. A spirit of sorrow that flows through me, at times in tears that are not my own.Feelings that crawl through me trying to express sorrow. I carry this burden inside the hollowness of my mind where feelings come alive within me. Yet at times I feel they are not mine. Ancient voices speak words into my sorrowful emotion.
copper moss
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 6:29 AM UTC
my grief isn’t all mine.
the feelings aren’t all from me.
the tell-tale signs of healing from something that wasn’t my fault to begin with. the core isn’t me.
the eyes aren’t mine alone.
the laugh isn’t my own.
the body is a vessel gifted to me.
at the base, the soul is something that was never to be my own.
this life, on a contract, signed under their name.
i have the copy, and i look for loopholes, hoping at least they’d become mine, if i were to remain yours.
"her words, not mine."
muted ferry
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
these eyes.
I cannot take credit for my lovely eyes
I owe my father.
drifting ferry
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 8:12 AM UTC
I got my mother’s build, tall and lean. I got a little bit of her fire, some of her fear, too, I have to admit. My spirit was probably (and secretly) more from my father. He was thoughtful but practical and liked to keep things simple.
amber pine
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:15 AM UTC
i am a collection
of everyone
and everything
i have ever known
am i me?
or am i everyone else?
is my body really mine?
who am i?
humble atlas
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
My soul is not mine,
but belongs to the creator
whose spark resides within me
and gives life to my form.
faded orchard
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:53 PM UTC
My forehead belongs to
Grandma
And my grey eyes
Are my
Aunts
My lips
Pinched thin
A stark red line
Nana
My eyes
That squint in
Every picture
Dad
My hips
That swing
With every step
Mirror my mothers
I am not my own
But a collection
Of those
Before me
restless harbor
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
My state of anger, it is not something I resonate with
It seems borrowed from the generations of genetics passed to me
But I did feed it, every day when it hovered over me,
I let it,
I broke down when it made me,
I tried to notice the 5 things around me
But everything was just a blur
And I lost it, I couldn't bear it
open porch
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
I love music
I've been surrounded by it all my life
But this voice I've sang with since I was small
Was a voice my mother sang with first
First soprano
to Second
windswept elm
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:11 AM UTC
When i talk i talk like you
i get passionate and my hands go crazy
i put a point forward in a cnversation with my hand on the table
makeing a vertual list
just like you dad
i cant handle change like you
when this are set they are set
dont change my time
or my place
or my day
it confuses me and i get lost
just like you mom change makes me anxious
i have a mask just like you
though there is no you
that you is me
i hide my feelings my thoughts my pain
just like you or me
im not who i seem
frail swallow
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC
My anxiety
It belonged to my mother and now it belongs to me
A heavy anchor I never asked to carry
Never understood her worry when I was young
Until I inherited it and now understand her overprotective tendencies
I hope I don't pass it along to my children if I ever conceive
It's an unwelcome burden
shy marsh
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5303392/call-me-crazy-and-probably-call-the-police
golden elm
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
Love
not sisterly love
nor the family love
instead, the love that brings two together
too often i'm conflicted between one or another
and yet none
i desire no one
and somehow
everyone
i wish i didn't feel this way
and yet my feelings conflict so often
too often
does any of this make sense?
nope
will it ever?
probably not...
copper cloud
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
My happiness-
I owe it all to her
My sadness
she sensed
swooped in
like a dove
and healed
dusky field
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
My Texan mom used to say," Oh my stars and garters !''
dusky elm
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:03 PM UTC
This burning forest in my head.
This teetering, tottering instability, like a rocking ship in a storm.
My life is a Russian Roulette of good days and bad days-
the weather in my mind can never be forecasted.
My grandmother started it all, with her angry fits and her double sided nature,
and it spread to my aunt,
to my father,
and to me.
I try to refuse it, to rebuke the sick family heirloom I was handed,
but no amount of Lamictal can change my DNA.
(Bipolar Disorder really sucks ToT)
blue stoat
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
My voice, Its in me... but its not mine
My father says "Respect me!" "Say you're sorry." "You're not supposed to say that."
Why do those things have to come out of MY mouth?
this isn't yours.. but mine. Please let me speak
heavy fern
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:30 AM UTC
i am but a mosiac of everyone i've ever loved.
all my language,
memories, all my reduncancies, flaws, mannerisms
theirs and mine
i do not know me
restless barn
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:10 AM UTC
Love
its not mine
its the women who work for family
the children who brighten days
but all together I am a child and I am a woman but its not mine because it started long ago when my ancestors said I love you
copper ridge
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC
The thoughts and dreams of those that have been squatting inside my thoughts and feelings
early window
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
My body
A trust
A responsibility
Not mine
But His
Lord Most High
I belong to You
weary magpie
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
This smile on my face
it belongs to her and only her
sudden orchard
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
I inherited the secret map of their quiet scars
psychic places where the oxygen dies
too much pain that wasn’t mine but
I built my identity with it
the silence of my father as a sharpened stone
everything he refused to weep
they left me the sunrise like a bruised eye
they traded their skin for an armor so heavy
that I’ve forgotten how to breathe
without any struggle
late ivy
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
my heart
I don't trust me with it
I know I'll break it to pieces
its my girlfriends
hollow creek
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
Not of myself
No dawn was summoned by my hand,
nor morning painted skies;
so too the light that wakes my soul
was mercy’s gift to rise.
This faith I hold is not my own;
it was not mine to claim.
A gift bestowed by hands unseen,
a quiet, holy flame.
tender wren
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC
Feelings of many faces as I have gotten older. I have felt a Native American spirit surrounding me as I have walked this path. A spirit of sorrow that flows through me, at times in tears that are not my own.Feelings that crawl through me trying to express sorrow. I carry this burden inside the hollowness of my mind where feelings come alive within me. Yet at times I feel they are not mine. Ancient voices speak words into my sorrowful emotion.
copper moss
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 6:29 AM UTC