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Can't See The Real Me

I look in a mirror and I am blind,
stuck behind a wall that will never
open. I have green eyes that tells lies,
and my blond hair isn't real anymore.
Questions bounce in my head like its
hollow and made of rubber. Who am I?
won't leave me alone. I wonder where I
am and why I will never be the real me,
if I can't see the real me at all.
I start and stop and never finish on
anything that is not appealing. Will I
be blind forever and stuck behind this
wall that goes on and on? I read books
and watch t.v. but none of these things
can show me the truth. I guess I'll
never know or see the real me as long as
I am unhappy. I don't even think I was
ever really real to begin with. Maybe
I am just Here to exsist only to watch life
pass by.
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Poetry.com 4.6 out of 5 based on 5 votes.
Cindy Mason More than 1 year ago
Thanks for writing this poem - wow!!
Shakil Ahmed Baliyavi More than 1 year ago
i love your poetry, you are a true poet, great work. thanks.
Bach54Saturn More than 1 year ago
Sad, but nicely expressed.
David Smalling More than 1 year ago
Don't surrender the search, the mirror is your own word ... may I encourage you to always share for the struggle is not so private in the world
Ging Alburo More than 1 year ago
Good job
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