"idenitity" poems
I'm called a lot of names
But the name I go by the most is Renita
Its my middle name but its the other me
My second life hidden behind my first name
Renita will always be my actual name
For my depressed,Unhappy,crushed,hurt self
My first is like my beautiful lie
Katelyn might be bubbly and happy
But check behind her and you'll find Renita
"Do you really know how much pain can be in one person,one girl,one me"
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
IDENTITY! That coward things
Holed up in a wall afraid to come out
To experience the brilliance of night and the dancing of the ladies
Forever still; a Casanova or needs-more pill.
Identity echoes along the hallways of my head
and I can never find the source, no matter the speed I travel
Though I know the source, and it is that next to darkness.
Terribly alone, that thing idenitity
Once I knocked on its door, no answer
But I could feel it in my bones that
Identity wanted no company but itself.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC