Prize Poetry

To Be Me

by a young woman, age 17

I want you to walk one mile,
Just one, in my shoes.
I want you to see how you can hurt me,
I want you to see what goes on behind my masks.

I want you to know what it's like
When a person is afraid to be who they are.

I want you to know how I feel
When I hide underneath my scars.

I want you to understand my pain
When I hide in the shadow of doubt.

I want you to walk one mile,
Just one, in my shoes.
I want you to see what happens when I pick myself up,
I want you to see the beauty in my life.

I want you to know how I express myself.
My words are like poison, so bitter,
Like the lie I continue to live.

I want you to know what I am capable of.
My strength is like the rain,
It floods the street of pain,
And dries out quicker then it came.

I want you to know my heart.
My love is like a tear that never falls, only held inside,
So that the weakness will be hidden well,
While I remain behind this concrete wall.

I want you to walk one mile,
Just one, in my shoes.

So that you could see, who I choose to be
Isn't really me at all.


[Author Statement: "I came across Pongo's website and found a place to share my life with others through my poetry. I got the opportunity to share my feelings and hard times in my life. It's important for teens to have a safe haven to display their feelings in a deep creative way."]


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