Seclusion is my life;Difference is me.
Why am I like this? Questions exceed.
I used to want admirers.
Something changed.
Always stuck to my own.
Didn’t want it that way.
Surrounded by others, but not ever there.
Maybe I’m special, and they are what’s wrong.
Baking and gardening,
Piano and song,
Reading and writing,
Taking long walks.
No idea; truth was hidden.
Only wrote it out; left it behind.
Now I know what’s true.
Being different is better.
People hide who they are,
When they are “somebody”.
-
Author:
Merissa (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2018 10:51
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was an assignment for English. We had to pick a poem from a know poet and make a presentation on how their poem relates to their life and we had to come up with different genres to describe the relationship. I chose the genre of poetry obviously and I wrote this poem about the poet Emily Dickinson and her poem "I'm Nobody, Who are You?" I found information on the internet about her life and some of that is in the poem. I wrote this poem in the viewpoint of her as if she wrote this poem before "I'm Nobody, Who are You?". It's supposed to be how she felt before that poem.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 52
Offline)
Comments1
i like this 🙂 its good to feel different and unique but nobody should ever feel alone or on the outside
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.