What of I?
By Stellar84
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This poem belongs to me, Emily. All rights reserved. Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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In my house, I am a slave
For everything I must behave.
I have to be a perfect girl;
Being my parents wondrous pearl.
Displayed abroad for all to see,
Those dont know whats inside of me.
My own feelings on this affair...
But must they really sit and stare?
I only wish I could escape
This dreadful life, but far too late.
For Im beyond those iron chains
But bonded here, so much in pain.
I live in just, eternal fear
My efforts just return a sneer
And no comfort is ever sent
And I can hardly be content.
I dont have anywhere to turn,
Nor no place to hide from the burn.
So where do I go this cold day?
If I leave, Ill be led astray
From the path I currently take.
It seems to me so much at stake
That I may hold a different life
But one still filled with lots of strife
My life is constricted, so small.
People talk to me naught at all.
An outcast, people have made me;
And yet there are things I can foresee.
Myself without a future thus,
Of all the things I think I must...
Change this lifestyle Ive survived
And only now have realized.
The time has come for one to change,
To shed the skin that made me strange,
To stand up for what is my own,
Yet, even now I fight alone.
I fight against my own true fear,
And through these things I can not steer.
I end up right where I begun,
And nothing, nothing can be done.
So what of I, this lone true girl?
Is she nothing more than the pearl
Her parents always show, display
And yet do try to throw away?
And what of I, they all see this
A perfect child, who sees bliss.
In truth she cries those stormy nights
"But What of I?" to glowing lights.
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