*I want to be the person I was before you.
That girl is easier to find. I am determined and ready to find her.
I want to embrace the feeling of being me again. Not that dreary girl with a million walls up...*
Being left in this tiny little jail cell of sadness is no party.

kat-paige

Accept to Change.

Jun 6, 2026

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chris-smark

Ok. From the get-go (read: title) I was ready for drivel. Looks like I got it.&nbsp;&nbsp;This is all clich&#232;s. Actually, in reading back, every single line has a clich&#232; in it:
L1: "arms stretched wide" "grasp the world"
L2: "I want to be the person I was"
L3: "ready to find her" (i.e. the idea of 'finding yourself')
L4: "the feeling of being me again" "million walls up"
L5: "little jail cell of sadness"


My advice: scrap this poem. Read some real poetry from books, not this site. And start again, writing from logic and thought and time, not an off-the-cuff whine. Then I'll read it. And be much more entertained for it.