I Am Me
I Am Me
I am a sarcastic and pensive young woman
I wonder about what will happen in my future
I hear the whistle of the midnight train
I see the trees swaying in the bitter cold breeze
I want with all my being to be somewhere, anywhere else
I am a sarcastic and pensive young woman
I pretend that I am a different me
I feel like I am a heroine in a grocery store novel
I touch the blistery scar of the port catheter under my skin
I worry about so many things and yet nothing at all
I cry often when I think about the hand I’ve been dealt in the poker game of life
I am a sarcastic and pensive young woman
I understand what you’re saying when you don’t make sense
I say things without thinking if they make sense
I dream my gargantuan dreams only I can dream
I try to reach among the stars, and fall somewhere beyond
I hope to enjoy my life as it is
I am a sarcastic and pensive young woman
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