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Dear Mother, I Am Me, Not You
Contributed by
LifeFadingAway
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Monday, 16th January 2006 @ 06:23:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Dear mother
Look at me now
Do you really think I've changed
Maybe I did
But not the way you wanted
You want me to be the innocent girl
You want me to fit into this world
You want me to be like them
I want you to understand
I'm not the little girl I was
Maybe I'm still young enough
To make me believe a different truth
But that's not something you're supposed to do
Dear mother
Look at me now
The changes I made in my life
Open your eyes
Stop telling yourslef all those lies
Look at world like I do for a while
That's the reason why I rarely smile
It's not like you expect it to be
Your time was different, please believe
Your decission changed who I am
Who I want to become
But I won't turn into a brainless puppet
Like everyone in this town
Dear mother
Look at me now
Can you even hear me scream
I ask for understanding
Not for love or all the things they say I need
Is the real me invisible to you
Do you really think
That when I am some older
I would prefectly fit in
I want to live this life
Do everything before I die
But what you decide
Makes me waste my time
Copyright ©
LifeFadingAway
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2006-01-16 06:23:53]
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Re: Dear Mother, I Am Me, Not You
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by igba on
Monday, 16th January 2006 @ 07:32:49 AM AEST
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Re: Dear Mother, I Am Me, Not You
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by darkangeleyes57 on
Thursday, 27th April 2006 @ 10:33:05 AM AEST
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I can relate so much to this... My mother wishes things of me that she will never recieve. I am me and that is who i will ever be.. My mother wants me to be everything that i can not be..This was a well written poem.. Take care...
take care
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