#me poems on Hello Poetry

Cynthia Apr 17

I still can’t see myself in the mirror.

I am afraid that when I look at my reflection,
I wouldn’t bear seeing what I’ve become.
My eyes would still carry the same weight they did so many years ago.
Physically growth is evident,
most of my wounds had scarred,
my hair grew a couple inches.

I am most afraid of what I see beyond the surface.
I mean the most minute and insignificant details that shape who I am hidden to be.
I lack the “shine” in my eyes.
The slump in my shoulders from the heavy burden I’ve carried through life.

The mirror is my most intimate friend,
and that scares me even more.
It’s seen my most vulnerable moments.
Moments that my own mind tries to erase through sleepless nights,
yet when I see mirror
it all floods back like a hurricane I wasn’t warned of.

When I look in the mirror I see myself from my perspective,
and I drown in my self hatred.
I have to face myself,
someone I despise so much.
To the point it almost physically aches.

I can’t look at myself because in me I see her,
a girl I once was… I once knew.
Would she have ever forgiven me?
For what I turned out to be.
I want to know how she did it,
I used to think growth brought healing yet honestly I envy her more than I think she’d envy me.
How did she manage to deal with it?
And why did I loose that?
Where did it all go to hell?

“I’m sorry”
Is all I’m able to say.

I look back up at the mirror.
I still hate it,
can’t stand it.
I don’t think I’ll ever come to terms with the person I turned out to be.

#sad #hate #depressing #grief #me #unfiltered

Caden 5d

Cracked mirror

Woke up with a war in my head,
Fighting the mirror 'til everything’s red.
I pull at my skin like it's something to fix,
But nothing I do ever seems to stick.
Grades slipping like sand through my hands,
Chasing perfection that I can’t withstand.
They say “You’ve got time,” but it feels like a lie,
I’m drowning in pressure, I don’t even try.
I hate what I see and I hate who I am,
A tangled-up mess that they’ll never understand.
Lost in the static, I’m breaking apart,
Cracks in the mirror, scars on my heart.
They tell me to smile like I should be fine,
But I'm tangled in thorns on a delicate vine.
I hate being me, hate being her,
Lost in a world that feels like a blur.
Can’t figure out life when I’m failing at me,
Can’t be who they want or who I wanna be.
Everything’s heavy, it’s crushing my chest,
I can’t catch a breath, I can’t get any rest.
I hate what I see and I hate who I am,
A tangled-up mess that they’ll never understand.
Lost in the static, I’m breaking apart,
Cracks in the mirror, scars on my heart.
Maybe I’m hopeless or maybe I’m weak,
Maybe I’m lost in the words I can’t speak.
Maybe I’m trapped in a life I can’t mold,
Maybe I’m young but I feel so **** old.
I hate what I see and I hate who I am,
A tangled-up mess that they’ll never understand.
Lost in the static, I’m breaking apart,
Cracks in the mirror, scars on my heart.

#depression #me

Faith Cubitt Apr 9

Love so wrong

I thought you were the one....
and now all I can think about is how our love went so wrong
why can't I just leave this all behind?
all those times you told me you loved me
I felt such a passion inside.
something made me week as I talked in my sleep
god, I was falling so deep
when you told me you loved me I believed you
Your lips dripped with such beautiful lies
it will take me the rest of my life to get over this dream.
you told me you felt so complete....
I guess that's why I thought you were the one.

I beleieved

#love #me #lair

souletry Mar 21

Sun Child

I can say I've touched the sun.
The radiation was nothing compared to my salvation.
The sensations welcomed me home.
A place beyond time, beyond one's mind.
I lived what past versions of me never dared
and lost it all in a instant.
So to now stand in the silence of what once burned bright.
I become a fleeting spark, what was once our light.
I chase the whispers of the sun.
Hoping to undo what's already done.
Yearning for the sky to cradle my heart once more
but I am grounded to dirt and grass.
Like a bird, I used to be one with the sky.
I've hit the window too many times.
You clipped my wings.
Why do you still expect me to fly?
Do I keep reaching for what can’t be found,
Or surrender to the weight of the earth beneath the ground?
Am I meant to rise again, to heal, to soar,
Or remain rooted, in the place I implore?

well that hurt lol

#sky #fly #sun #light #me

Timothy Charles Carter Mar 17

Old Heart

It’s just an old heart I forgot was there anymore
A heart I stopped looking for
A heart I didn’t know i care about anymore
Old heart rediscovered
Once judged by its cover
An old me, an old heart, new again
—Timothy Charles Carter

#old #heart #rediscovered #me

Tina Marie Louise Chesley Mar 13

Me

I am me
There is no other like me
Why would there be
I sometimes cry
I sometimes laugh
I sometimes can be loveable
I sometimes can be caring
I m sometimes even sleepy
At some point can be cranky
I’m sometimes not a morning person
Oh who I’m kidding
I’m not a morning person
I have diabetes anxiety and depression
I’m a mother , wife , daughter , aunt and a best friend
I have haters jealousy and greed
I love pink , purple and blue
I love summer and sometimes spring
I hate winter and even fall
I love horror , comedy , mystery and Jesus too
With all of this makes me BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT
I am me

A poem I wrote today

#me #beautiful #anixtey

Em MacKenzie Feb 6

Sandlot

Listening to Jimmy Buffet
while relaxing on the roof,
she says “I swear I could jump right off it,
because I believe that I am bulletproof.”
This prompts a needed conversation
about theoreticals and physics,
based on her lack of self preservation
soon it will be her grave I visit.

You turn pebbles into rocks
and you make roads into sidewalks,
while both are wrong I could take them on
but you are like the chains to my locks.

I was stumbling through the darkened hall
leaning up for support against the the wall,
And found myself in a dusty bathroom stall,
advertising numbers of some bird I heard I should call.
Give a penny for your thoughts,
I’m saving up for nothing good.
I beg “give it to me straight, doc”
as any good doctor should.

You turn pebbles into rocks
and you make roads into sidewalks,
and in my mind, how easily I find
a thick outline that’s drawn in chalk.

What a bone I’ve got to pick
too bad it’s chipped and it’s been ground.
I hope this situation doesn’t stick;
but it’s past it’s welcome stuck around.
And I’m greeted like an answering machine,
except no has any answers left for me.
It’s all just driven me right up the walls,
I keep saying “you’re killin’ me, smalls.”

#sandlot #killing #me #smalls #expression

Alex Jan 28

My truth

My favourite colour is snow blue
The colour you see when snow reflects the sky
It’s a cold colour, yet it makes me feel warm

My favourite flower is the smeraldo
It stands for the truth that couldn’t be told
It’s a fictional flower, yet it’s the prettiest for me

My favourite person is my best friend
They are my light and my darkness
They don’t treat me well, yet I love them

#opposites #me #colour #truth

Belinda S Richmond Jan 24

I AM

I AM
Black,
I AM
Proud,
I AM
a Woman, and
I Say it out Loud!!
I AM
Smart,
I AM
Swift,
I AM
Courageous,
I have a Gift!!
I AM
Postitive,
I AM
Great,
I AM
Terrific,
POETRY IS MY ESCAPE!!!
I AM
Happy,
I AM
NEVER BLUE,
I Try to
BE STRONG, and
PUSH RIGHT ON THROUGH,
Times can be TOUGH,
Trials can BE BAD, but
I have
No Worries, and
FROM THIS
I AM GLAD!!!
I AM
A SIBLING,
A COUSIN and
A FRIEND,
A FAMILY MEMBER
to KINFOLKS,
of
WARM LOVE
that NEVER ENDS!!!
I AM
HERE,
I AM
ALIVE,
I WILL BE ELEVATED,
AS I CONTINUE
TO STRIVE,
I AM
FULL OF JOY,
There's no
TIME TO BE SAD,
I LIVE MY LIFE
TO THE FULLEST,
AS IF IT WERE MY LAST!!!
I WILL PUSH TOWARDS THE FUTURE,
and LEAVE BEHIND THE PAST,
I'LL JUST WEAR A BIG SMILE, and
BE THANKFUL FOR
ALL THAT I HAVE,
I WILL CARRY MYSELF WITH DIGNITY,
I say this because,
I AM!!!

B.R.
Date: 1/24/2025

#me #postitive #motivation #inspirations #uplifting #inspiring #creative #selfworth #selflove