Just a little insight into my life. I compare this blog to the bible when saying just because you read it, doesn't mean you know nor understand God. These are my words and the only one who is meant to interpret them is me. For the people out there reading this who actually know me, you will understand this blog more than anyone, because the mystery has been revealed to you. More than anything- this blog is a tool I use when I have no one to talk to or I need to vent. Read it, Love it or Hate it!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Just Another Girl
I remember when I was younger- I thought I was different.
Dedicated years trying to be unique- put my feelings in it.
But no matter my dedication- things remained the same in the world.
In my head I was something special- in reality I am just another girl.
I never got to experience real love because the boys never liked me.
And I always found friends in females that were unlikely.
Cause they were either the troubled typed- who brought me down with their failure.
Or had to move away and transfer before I could tell her...(She was my best friend [Dalana])
I'm just another girl no special features or talents.
I'm just another girl- all Jazz no ballads...
;Cause my life never has a steady beat- it is always chaotic.
When things are all well something seems to stop it.
In elementary I was a tomboy I always tried to compete.
Somehow I always lost and took to heart all my defeats.
& by Jr. High- I had no friends & Ja was the apple of my eye.
Guess I was not popular enough to even give me a hi.
Wow high school was crazy because things progressively got better.
Determined to make a difference in my life, Sr. year would last forever.
Not because of loving memories or things turning around.
But b/c I was just another girl letting myself down.
I didn't have pretty skin, my hair wasn't exceptionally long.
I never had the best gear- my body wasn't fit for thongs (back then, lol).
I was just another girl, I shoulda came to OSU & made it different.
But when my conscience told me I am just another girl, I never did listen.
& now it's 2005 and things are just @ a repetition.
& I acknowledge I am just another girl as my decision.
No more pretending, let the chips fall where they may.
I am no longer putting on a phony facade- no more roles to play.
B/c when I am myself it doesn't work out- neither does it when I'm not.
So hard to keep it going- when things are what you wish they were not.
Cause @ the end of the night when I wash my face, there stands- all that I can deliver.
In my heart, my mind, my soul- I know, I am just another girl standing in the mirror.
Some poem I wrote back a little over a year ago... I still like it, so I thought I would share.
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