This house is not a home,
Has 4 walls yet is still ruins
5 people, but millions of personalities
5 people but 1 voiced opinion
I’m just 1 girl but I can be anyone you want me to be
I shapeshift to fit the roles in this house
I’ll be putty to fill the cracks in the walls
I’ll be steel to reinforce these flimsy doors
I’ll be blinds to offer privacy to these open windows
I’m a chameleon, I’ll be whatever you need,
I’m not a girl, not yet a woman
But the mind of a woman,
A lost woman, who can be whoever you need her to be
Except
She can’t be who she wants to be
Because she doesn’t know whos she wants to be
Who she is
But she’ll keep shifting
And molding
And trying
In these 4 broken walls
With 5 broken people
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Author:
daisydoo (
Offline) - Published: April 1st, 2025 13:41
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this in 1st year, when I was 12 years old. I wrote it for a poetry competition after me and a friend had a fight
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
Such raw feelings of an existential nature that many don't feel until later. Society requires all of us to wear many masks and serve multiple roles that can be conflicting and quite confusing. I hear this in this poem and the added stress of being stretched between multiple expectations is quite difficult. A wonderful write about the difficulties of growing up in our culture. Very well expressed in allegory and poetic style.
A raw and honest write around the struggles of growing up in a chaotic environment, having to be all things to all people except being allowed to just be and find there self, very relatable write to many, well written and expressed
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