Who Am I

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  • Confusion

    Who Am I

    As I sit and wonder about the person who I have become
    through life's tribulations and how I have been loved
    The downfalls, the accomplishments, the disappointments
    so real, wondering how I ever could heal.

    Disappointment so real, exchanging one for another
    wondering why I here and feeling a raw deal.

    I have no one to blame but myself for settling for something
    the easy way out.

    I look in the mirror and see a stranger, who deserves much more.
    I put too much importance about loves rewards, that my expectations
    of love, much to foolish.

    The people in this life can be so selfish, I don't seem to fit in. I bring the pain of disappointment upon my self that sometimes I wonder if
    life is worth living and I catch myself.  No cowards way out and no
    giving up.

    I don't know everything but when I make a mistake the only person to blame is myself.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    sylvesterd’s Poems (18)

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    The Taking of A Life 0
    Do you remember the memories of your Life? 0
    The Feeling of Love 0
    The Choices that we Make 0
    Do Not Live Life in Self Pity 0
    OUTSIDE THE BOX 0
    Happiness and Love is Not a Given 0
    My Mother Lied 0
    Why God 1
    LOVE 0
    Everyday I Wake 0
    Past Follows Me 0
    Chance Meeting 1
    Who Am I 0
    The Dream of Love 0
    Needs of Love 0
    The facets of Life 2
    Anger Fades With the Passage of Time 0