#thisisme
"It's just a phase"
Or is it?
My labels have changed many times
Yes, that is true
That doesn't mean it's a phase
Life is a journey
And discovering yourself takes time
There're twists and turns and backtracking
"Maybe I'm this label"
"No, maybe I'm this"
The journey may be long
But it's never without purpose
Your journey is valid
My journey is valid
I am Liam
And that is my truth
Say my name, my real name
For that is who I am
Not the version in your head
I am me
I am Liam
Respect it or leave
Be who you are
And don't let anyone question it
You are you
Never change to fit someone else's expectations
You are not a Build-a-Bear
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:47 PM UTC
some sunrise
find me down
some sunset
find me up
upside down
my soul, my entire world
love black
hate light
Kaos is my reality
ain't no doubt
i love it
this is me
comfy in my kaos
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 8:36 AM UTC
A few days ago,
the page turned quietly.
A season slipped into another,
rain softened the earth,
and the sky washed itself clean.
And somewhere in that shift,
I changed too.
My heart rearranged its furniture,
my mind cleared a space for truth,
and my soul
long silent
finally exhaled.
A few days ago,
light found me.
Truth touched me.
I reached inward with trembling hands
and pulled out clarity
warm, alive, unmistakable.
I felt myself becoming again,
a living symbol,
proof that I had not disappeared
even when I had forgotten my own name.
For so long, I had poured myself
into things too small for my spirit
things unworthy of the light in my eyes,
the music in my smile,
the quiet grace in my heart.
Things that never deserved me.
But a few days ago,
something returned
memory, identity, wholeness.
I remembered who I am
beneath the noise,
beneath the scars,
beneath the survival.
And now?
Fear cannot hold me.
I am stronger, sharper, softer
all at once.
Wiser in my bones,
gentler in my breath,
more loving, more gracious, more kind
than I have ever been.
I am full again
complete
crowned with the greatest blessing of my life:
my son.
My beautiful, beautiful boy.
So here’s to change.
To choosing life again,
not just enduring it.
To laughter that cracks open the sky,
to work that builds,
to tears that cleanse,
to rising higher than I ever thought I could.
To selflessness without self-erasure,
to good change,
to breathing deeply again.
Here’s to me
to returning,
to forgiving,
to becoming,
to living.
And here’s to the ending I once feared:
to releasing the man who broke me
again and again,
and finding my freedom in the letting go.
Here’s to a heart no longer bound to what hurt it,
a love reclaimed,
a spirit unburdened.
Here’s to being free.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
I apologize to my penetrated ****** for whom I rubbed and finger ****** to the comfort of others.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
I'm a poet, but not a conversationalist
All these thoughts going through my head
But really, I don't talk a lot
"Why you so quiet"
My tongue is caught in a knot
I'll probably turn into a different person
After another shot
-
I'm a thinker, not a speaker
If you want to get know me
You'll probably have to dig deeper
Analyzing my every response
Before finding a simple one
That might hopefully reach you
-
I'm a poet, I'm a thinker
I'm not a conversationalist, I'm not a speaker
If you approach me
I'll probably keep it brief
Maybe it's a blessing or maybe it's a curse
But if you want to get to know me
I'll have to let you into my conscious first
-
Lowkie©
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
Pressure in my head
Pressure in my heart
All this pressure from society
Is tearing me apart.
They try to tell me what to want.
Try to tell me who to be.
Starting to feel like freedom's
Just a fallacy.
If I can't be by your side
With a thought to call my own,
Maybe it's time for me to leave.
Maybe I'm better off alone.
I thought I'd miss your kiss.
I thought I'd miss your smile.
And I won't lie,
They cross my mind
every once in a while.
But then I remember who I am.
I remember who I want to be.
and I remember how good it feels
When the pressure's off of me.
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
I am someone who doesn’t know himself after all these years.
I am someone who has unknown fears.
I am someone who wants to express without being vocal.
I am someone who wants to share, without being social.
I am someone who doesn’t care but still cares.
I am someone who looks harsh but has emotional layers.
I am someone who enjoys loneliness, the company of his own.
I am someone who connects and stares through the phone.
I am someone who wants to travel roads and miles.
I am someone whose life is entangled in files.
I am someone who dreams like a child.
I am someone who acts weird and wild.
I am a human, a mere human I am.
This is who I am, I have no shame.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
All I see around me is a happy family but I am not.
All those scars and bruises make me want to mask,
they make me want to run and hide.
All those thoughts in my head saying
"I am worth nothing, nothing at all."
I resist all the things that come afterwards,
The wounds, the scars, and the pills.
Everyone tells me that I must have a reason to be this way
A reason to bleed
A reason to want to die
By pills, pills and more pills.
These reasons to live
These reasons to die
I have to choose my way to go
to fight or to die.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
Pain.
One thing people don't want but get
The Heartache.
Because of you, I think that it is my fault that something happens
That's the truth
That is my pain I feel everyday behind every smile.
Hidden underneath my breath with every burst of laughter.
The pain has made love and myself a stranger to myself
The pain you feel because of everyone looking at you like you are not there.
The pain that you know only a few people can see you.
Love and Pain
Fear of Falling Apart Everyday
It is a big disaster.
This is me.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
I am vulnerable.
Like a budding flower, I try to open myself up to you
but my petals are fragile
though you are harmless to me while shut up
when I am opened, I am exposed.
And you are just the wind
you do not know your force,
your strength,
until all my petals and
my protection is gone.
I am afraid.
A child in the dark with a flickering candle.
But every touch of light belongs to you,
and in those moments where the light banishes the dark
I am brave.
I leap over the chasms that you carve into my heart
the rivers you trace over my skin
and though I drown in your lips
it is not air that I search for.
I am selfish.
Though I should try to protect you
my mind screams to be with you
steal you away
keep you even though...
Even though you may not be mine
forever.
I am lost.
I search for stable ground
but with you, there is no such thing
so as the ground disappears beneath us
and though we are vulnerable,
afraid,
brave,
selfish,
lost,
We fall together.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
Why does
Nobody
Understand?
Wait,
I know.
You are
Not
Me.
You were
Not
Formed
With the
Synopses
Of my
Heart,
Mind,
Soul.
You will
Never
Understand.
You will
Only
Push,
Pull,
Bitter,
Anger,
Control,
Seclude,
Dictate,
Restrain
Me.
Or try
To.
Ha.
But I
Will
Fight,
Fly,
Free,
Flood,
Bleed,
Dream,
Hope,
Cherish,
********
Humour,
Play,
Courage.
I will
Be
Me.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
May I say I do have some fears
Like everyone else
Yes, I hate spiders
Yes, I hate snakes
I hate roller coasters
What else do I need to let you know about me
I am a really picky eater
Yes, I hate celery
Yes, I hate tomatoes
Yes, I hate plain tastes
I still have a whole lot I hate
Well whats next
I love my family
Yes, I am the youngest
Yes, My parents are divorce
Yes, I hate 2 cats
I like them more than you can imagine
Well now lets talk more deeply about myself
I hate the way my body is made
I hate that I look more like my dad than my mom
I hate that I am the shortest senior in my grade
But Yes I am fearfully made
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Well let me just say, I am not that big of a fan when it comes to myself
But there are some things I wouldn’t to put on a shelf
I love my hazel eyes that like to switch colors and sparkle when the sun beams
Compared to some other teens
I love my long eyelashes that I magicly have
But I don’t like how they don’t curve
My face wasn’t clear
But now it only does that a few time through the year
I may be really shy at first
But trust me I will definitely burst
Music is something that always keeps me calm
Because its the bomb
I love being creative with some things
I’m not that good to paint Colorado Springs though
I love my hobbies
But I don’t like coffee
I love how I keep an eye on something that really sticks out to me
Because hoepfully someday mine it will be
I will always love my summer tan
But sadly not as tan as one of my sisters Morgan
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
I’m 5’1
I have blonde red hair
I wake up every morning and pray thanks
I do things everyday that I’m scared to do
I fight everyday against Anorexia Nervosa
I remind myself everyday my happiness is first
This is Me
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
You are saying I am cruel
I bet you even care
Yes I am rude and also somewhat mean
Because I am a thunderous sea trying to calm the hurricane of your betrayal going inside me
You think I don't know
that you're the one spreading the rumors
Thank you for sharing with the world your opinion of me
I was not like this before
You loved me, you stood up for me
Making my already hard life somewhat nice
It's you who forced my mind
To shut the windows of my demons
but then, they finally convinced you.
these people, you call your friends.
stole me from my happiness and rid you of your love for me.
and from that day on I have thanked you, for making me a stronger person, for making me hate you, for making my life; a living hell.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
There're so many people who open your eyes
and show you the craters they see in the skies
Perspectives are jaded when Truth's within reach
and I have rejected most people who teach
I forfeit the frenzies they feed themselves to
I'd rather go hungry than eat out of you
And even if crazy is all I've become
My sanity's measured by little to none
I drew my conclusions like everyone else
in anger and envy that put my in hell
The fire was pretty, the darkness the same
but I want to hear what the light has to say
I cannot be honest if I cannot see
Surrender my soul to the Spirit in me
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
she was always looking away
at the river, the sun, her phone
never did her eyes meet anyone
else's, and she never smiled
she was sick and fragile
and never smiled
but people loved her anyway
as they hugged her and held her close
she never smiled
she'd answer their questions
in the least personal way
and they wouldn't ask
too many questions or
anything that was personal
and she'd ask many questions
leading into personal parts
of their lives
she sat alone
with her hair hanging like
a curtain in front of her face
hiding her brokenness from the world
worst of all, she hid behind this falseness
that she showed off to the world
a blank mask that held everyone
at an arm's length
and she never smiled
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
Late for everything,
Awkward by choice,
Zealous for nothing,
Yet always tired
LAZY
I really wish I wasn’t like this
But I don’t really have a say of any kind
Personally i think its because of depression
It’s like a crippling crutch for my mind
I try to work hard,
I really do
I know that it seems like i don’t
But you don’t know what I’m going through
Getting tired of being tired
Waiting for some inspiration to come my way
But if some never comes
Then, “Oh well” is all I can say
Lethargy is something I have
And it admittedly it’s getting pretty bad
Zebra, zebra, zebra
Yes, you just witnessed it first-hand
LAZY…
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
My name is Gabrielle Rose Pimentel
But everyone calls me Gwen
My mom wanted to name me Gaby
But my dad insisted that my nickname should come from their names
So I got the G from grace and the WEN from Wendell and formed Gwen
I have 4 moles on my face and a ton more on my body
One eye is smaller than the other
I have dimples on my fingers
I like to connect my moles
My hands have caught so much pain, they are blistered
My shoulders swelling from the weight of the world
My feet red from running around in circles trying to figure out what I did wrong
And yes, I have a double chin
I can get pretty random
From the pyramids of giza to why does soap bubble?
I’ve loved and it is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced
It takes you on this rocket ship into the void
And it makes you feel like all the shooting stars are falling for you
But with love comes hurt
I’ve been hurt and I’ve learned
That the more i try to stop the bleeding, the more it goes
So I let it bleed, and I allow myself to feel the pain
I feel things very deeply and
every feeling is either a bandage to a wound or a punch in the stomach
I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse
I’ve been careless, I am learning
I walk on the glass shards of life barefoot, hoping that the wounds teach me a lesson
As if the blood on my feet carry the answers to my biggest questions
I am just 15 years old
My eyes wide as the universe, ever expanding, ready to see all there is to see
My brain, eager like a little child at the ice cream store, wanting to taste every flavor there is
I am at the peak of my own age of exploration
Waiting for my marco polo moment, when suddenly everything will be clear
Do questions have legs? Because a ton of them run through my mind
Do aliens exist? Is God real? Are there really mermaids? Can dogs feel? Do plants talk? How big is the universe? Is everything real or merely a dream? Why is there poverty? Is there a cure for cancer? Why do bad things happen to good people? Is there any hope left in this world? Will my questions ever be answered?
If life was a new movie everyday,
I would be at the front row
I wanted to see everything that was about to happen
I would stare at it all day in fear that if I looked away I would’ve missed my prince charming
I will obsess over every detail, trying to figure out what it means
And this is probably why its good that life doesn’t have a movie
It’s the uncertainity of it all that makes life so special
It gives you the choice whether you want to embrace it
Or let it hold you captive and paranoid of whats about to happen
In my case, I learned that I should just let life go and take its natural course of action
Never mess with the universe because the universe is beyond our imagination
We think we’re so important
Like the world revolves around us
but really we aren’t even as small as a speck compared to everything
I'm Gwen and I'm just 15
But this is me, this is who I am
And I'm so done changing myself just for others
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
The past is gone and washed away
Those scars and tears were yesterday's
I'm new I'm clean
I'll be who I can
The future is right here in the palm of my hand
The past is a story, that I'm done telling
The hope and joy that will come,
Keeps swelling
I'm moving on stronger each day
Now all I have to do is find my way
Goodbye demons, doubts, and pain
I'm going to go out and enjoy the rain
That rain will wash you away
And then I'll start with a brand new day
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
You see me,
At first glance,
I may look like a strong young women.
Like I have confidence,
Like I don't care about what other people say.
But if you look closer you'd see the miniscule fractures that make up my heart,
The broken peices of my soul left in the hands of those I love,
The tears that come down my eyes, when I think no one is looking.
*I am broken..
Always have been.
Always will.*
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Can't you see what you do to me?
The way you make me feel?
Can't you see it in the way my eyes light when I talk around you?
Can't you see it in the way I act around you?
I'm not usually like this..
I was shy and unrevealing of my emotions..
Can't you see that I trust you?
Can't you see that I love our hugs?
My arms around you shoulders and my face pressed into your neck?
Can't you see what you do to me?
Can't you see how you make me feel?
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
*'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?*
I am done fighting for someone who isn't worth my time,
This song describes exactly how I feel.
He is/was my clarity for my broken world..
Now He's gone...
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
I once dreamed of a life where all was how I wanted it,
He was there, by my side, never leaving.
Her and I were talking again, and all my friends got along.
I never had to worry if what I was doing was goo enough because my parents were fine with anything I did, as long as I was happy.
I never had a problem with communication or showing my true feelings
But it was only a dream..
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
So you want to make me?
A moody?
Ok, here's what you do.
Have a caring soul.
Tear that soul's heart to pieces.
Then try to reassemble those parts.
If you are successful, put that heart inside of a body that is fat, too tall. and not noticed by anyone.
There you have a moody.
Caitlin Moody.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC