I wrote this a very long time ago, accused by a lover of not being myself. I posted it once before and removed it, a friend convinced me to repost it, so here it is....

Who Are You?

I was asked once to be the real me...
Who else can I be?
I've never tried to be anyone else,
Not consciously, at least.

Maybe I'm wary of people who get too close,
And I change to protect myself.
But who can you trust?
Can you even trust your own heart?

I am frightened of growing old alone
I am frightened of being ignored.
Afraid of giving all my heart to someone,
And having it taken away forever.

I have seen marriages start and end,
Beautiful relationships fall through...
Children torn between the people they love,
And grow up bitter and resentful.

I have shared my secrets with so called friends,
And the whole town has heard my stories.
A victim of society, but then again,
In some ways aren't we all?

I don't like to hurt others,
I don't like being hurt.
I am generous in some ways, yes.
But selfish on the other hand.

I demand attention from others,
And pay attention when it is asked of me.
Take all that I am willing to return
Without a second thought.

I love to tell a joke, but I'm a deep thinker,
Who talks too much to cover nervousness.
I'm just a human being with a brain and a heart,
That can so easily confuse each other.

I want to be independant, but not detatched,
I want to be loved, without being smothered.
To gain trust and respect in return for mine.
To share my life, not just a bank account and a bed.

The real me is the combination of the things I feel,
My experiences make me who I am.
She is the woman who greets me in the mirror,
My harshest critic, my worst enemy, my best friend.

In hindsight, when I am asked to be the real me,
Instead of questioning my own sanity,
Perhaps I should have said, with a wry smile...
Who the hell are you?

Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-01-17 at 02:02

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melanie sue
This is an excellent and honest work. Many truths are revealed in this poem concerning identity and relationships....but i just love that last line-it is killer!

Lots of feelings here expressed here and thanks for posting this piece as it contains so much depth.