Their Me V/s Real Me

Their Me V/s Real Me short poem

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Standing alone here,
As a porcelain doll
On me have taken a toll
All those years
Of shed tears
In being what they wanted me to
I hid my identity true
And now I stand here bemused
Finding it tough to choose
Between their utopic perfect me
And the real, just the way I am me.
To amuse the crowd
To make my looks talk loud.
In came a flurry of creams unknown
Things I know bemoan
A fear crept through
That once my beauty is no longer new
I might be forgotten,
My life might shorten
Every day was a test
Of if I can be best
The real I abides
Beneath the infinite layers of cream it hides
Beauty was what they desired,
Meanwhile me they tired
With all their expectations,
My skin was to stay away from saturation
So that a pretty me they could see
But what then about the beauty
That was forever within me,
Why not with glee
Was it too given its worth?
Is there no place for true love?
On this vastly lonely earth?
Or maybe it’s just me
Who lonely was to be
A porcelain doll with whom,
They played to avoid gloom
And once they got bore,
Left me with a heart sore
But that’s the price I pay,
For going their way
Rather than where I was to go,
But no,
They forced me to
Be a self-new
And ditch the true me
So that I could be
The me they desired me to,
The me they briefly went through
And now I stand here thinking loud,
Why such things are allowed
And I ponder,
My spirits flounder
As I choose between
The two sides of me the world has seen
So you tell and decide
With whom I should abide
The me they wanted be to be
Or the real me
The real me
I always will be!!!

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Nadeem Qazilbash

Beautifully written, so perceptive of our inner selves. Sadly glitter masks cover the real us.


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