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Mind battle
Who am I
Strange question one might ask,
How insane can one be to ask a question like that about ones self.
It's the strange questions of life that makes you wonder about belonging.
At a young stage in life they teach you to sing
I am a promise, a promise to be
I am a promise with a capital P
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
But What happens when you feel like you are not one of those positive P's
And you start singing I am a problem.
Looking in the mirror at yourself you see a prisoner, imprisoned by oneself.
Your mates excelling and you feel stuck
Like a seed that gets watered yet refuses to grow.
They see you, they think your all good not knowing you would switch lives with them if only you could try to tell them your struggle, they can't see what you see, so you question yourself
How does one regained what cant be regained, Is there a time machine to take you back to make a change
Destiny cant be this, it can never be
Everyone has left those who promised never to go every thing as changed yet still you cant grow.
I lost so much theres nothing else to be lost but of all I lost, I missed my mind the most.
Strange question one might ask,
How insane can one be to ask a question like that about ones self.
It's the strange questions of life that makes you wonder about belonging.
At a young stage in life they teach you to sing
I am a promise, a promise to be
I am a promise with a capital P
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
But What happens when you feel like you are not one of those positive P's
And you start singing I am a problem.
Looking in the mirror at yourself you see a prisoner, imprisoned by oneself.
Your mates excelling and you feel stuck
Like a seed that gets watered yet refuses to grow.
They see you, they think your all good not knowing you would switch lives with them if only you could try to tell them your struggle, they can't see what you see, so you question yourself
How does one regained what cant be regained, Is there a time machine to take you back to make a change
Destiny cant be this, it can never be
Everyone has left those who promised never to go every thing as changed yet still you cant grow.
I lost so much theres nothing else to be lost but of all I lost, I missed my mind the most.
Published 11th Apr 2020
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11th Apr 2020 10:39am
I can relate to the struggle with mental illness... I actually have a poem called "Who Am I" on here. For some, this interpersonal war never ends. Thanks for sharing your struggle with us, beautiful, but very sad.
11th Apr 2020 1:10pm
I think you are very reflective in the way you have assessed promise, potentiality and problem.
This is relatable on many many levels.
It makes a person feel the need to keep going and stop to check whether they are heading in the right direction.
This is relatable on many many levels.
It makes a person feel the need to keep going and stop to check whether they are heading in the right direction.
8th Feb 2021 2:31am
12th Feb 2021 5:57am
I have much respect for genuine thought provoking verse that resonates with deep emotional layers of growth as an individual.
Unfortunately too much expectation can lead to sadness.
''Expectation is the root of all heartache'' by William Shakespeare
Powerful Poetry!!!
Unfortunately too much expectation can lead to sadness.
''Expectation is the root of all heartache'' by William Shakespeare
Powerful Poetry!!!
