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When I was 6 years old, I was told I was too much. Keep it to yourself they'd scold, you're unlikeable, not bold. Unique is the opposite of gold, so my personality took a toll. And no matter how much strength I would hold Nobody liked me, so I had to fold. I was left out when I was in grade eight. Apparently I changed myself too late. I did everything for everyone hoping for a clean slate. Yet I'd already met my fate. There was no retake, only resentment and hate. I needed distraction, so I started to fill my plate. Highschool came and on a platter, was a fresh start. And for a second I'd thought old me and new me had grown apart. I made friends like it was an art. The warm feeling of care began to fill my heart. That's when the dead persona came back, like a poison dart. And everything I had built, fell apart.
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
Unlikeable, not bold
When I was 6 years old, I was told I was too much. Keep it to yourself they'd scold, you're unlikeable, not bold. Unique is the opposite of gold, so my personality took a toll. And no matter how much strength I would hold Nobody liked me, so I had to fold. I was left out when I was in grade eight. Apparently I changed myself too late. I did everything for everyone hoping for a clean slate. Yet I'd already met my fate. There was no retake, only resentment and hate. I needed distraction, so I started to fill my plate. Highschool came and on a platter, was a fresh start. And for a second I'd thought old me and new me had grown apart. I made friends like it was an art. The warm feeling of care began to fill my heart. That's when the dead persona came back, like a poison dart. And everything I had built, fell apart.
Jocelyn
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
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