Excepting Reality

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Julia-C, May 3, 2011.

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  1. Julia-C

    Julia-C Well-Known Member

    I wrote this poem almost 21 years ago on my 15th birthday. It was a bad time for me. I don't remember if I have posted this before. If I have, I do apologize for the redundancy.

    I’m tired of pretending
    Pretending to be what I’m not
    Hiding in a fake shell
    Playing the roll of a robot

    Crunching the numbers
    of other’s designed program
    Following a set of instructions
    When all I want to do is frown

    I thought this fake persona
    Would somehow hold me together
    Now I know it was all in vain
    And I’ll not be the same no not ever

    I should just except reality
    And submit my life is doomed
    Grab a hold of dad's gun
    And let it go boom
  2. In Limbo

    In Limbo Forum Buddy

    Out of interest - do you mean Accepting Reality? If you did then I've read this differently, but it works both ways!
  3. Julia-C

    Julia-C Well-Known Member

    Yeah, I guess it does sort of work both ways. However, I think at the time I wrote it I meant Accepting. I was 15 years old and not too bright.
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