Melissa G.


Beneath Me


Beneath Me, where do I begin? How do I start this.. The beginning of my life through words of which no one knows. I'm tired and frustrated, not knowing what is my next move. Have I lost me? the real me. I can barely feel who I am anymore. With my sick twisted smile; I turn the time on me, I see what lies beneath me. The person I should be, the person I can not be. As lie down in my own dark, the silent pain rushing down my arms, begins to mend me. For they do not see or view my body and what lies beneath me.

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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I wrote this poem today 10/20/2013. I just started to write it and it came together. My poems deal with many things, from my personally life to what I see and interpret.

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