Myself
I don’t deserve the pain I go through,
Because I see you,
I fear my discoveries will destroy me,
I miss the days of ignorance.
Who decides who I am?
The promoter- the compliments-
The disdained- the insults-
The close friend- telling me to be myself-
Do I?
If I want to be part of something greater, can I really be myself?
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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