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Nov 2015
I look at my reflection and I see my own face, but I am not sure it is really me. I am told that I am one thing and I think that I am another. I sometimes wonder if this is all a dream. I wake up and my surroundings seem familiar, but I feel like I am out of place. Society says I should accept their norms, but what is normal for them doesn't feel right to me. I have heard all of the rhetoric and seen all of the fads. I only know that I am different, but I am not sure what that means. I am still trying to figure it out, but people won't let me be. It all is confusing me and I don't know who I really am.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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