
I am the daughter who suffered in silence everytime you caned me for no reason.
I am the daughter who kept poison diaries of you when you destroyed my very first relationship.
I am the daughter who cried every night for three years when daddy passed away.
I am the sister who took care of the family's burden while you waste your life away.
I am the sister who is utterly disappointed in you for all that you are, and all you have done and am still doing, to this very day.
I am the girlfriend who wrote you letters everyday and dedicated songs to you every night on all the FM stations, while you were in camp.
I am the girl you left crying in the pouring rain, when you turn your heart away.
I am the soulmate you cheated on, who forgave you when you beg for another chance, and whom you left again that very same month.
I am the girlfriend who ate nothing for 2 weeks, went into depression for 3 months, and closed my heart to everyone else for 4 years when you gave me up.
I am the loser whose heart aches every time she sees your loving photo with that girl you left me for.
I am the woman who needs a lot of love and care, but was disappointed by many men.
I am the lady whom men claim they love, but love me they could not because they come and go as they please.
I am the friend that you may not know much about, but once you do, I'll swear my allegiance and loyalty to you forever.
I am the best friend who ran down to be with you at 3am when you called with a broken heart.
I am the girl who harbours a passion for writing, so as to touch others with my words.
I am the girl who makes a fool of myself, so that everyone can laugh.
I am the girl buddy that guys like to hang out with, but will not want to romance.
I am the Lao Niang you tolerated and loved, despite all my flaws, fiesty temper and idiosyncracies.
I am the one who broke your heart, because I could not love you anymore.
I am the child the Lord chooses to discpline, in ways I may not understand.
I am the melancholic artist who kept all her life sorrows in a hidden vault, because they are too painful to share with anyone, and because no one could understand.
I am the girl whose dreams are yet to be fulfilled, but believes it will be someday.
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I claimed no credit to this piece, as it was entirely inspired by MercerMachine, Mr Brown and Juz Another Gal.
Click the links to read their masterpieces:
MercerMachine (The "Original")
I'm That Guy
Who We Are
Mr Brown
I Am That Guy
Juz Another Gal
I Am That Girl
5 comments:
i understand... *hugz*
The Clod And The Pebble
Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet:
But a pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
-- William Blake
They're not worth it.
Live a better life each day!
Thanks. Love the poem above and the words of encouragement. Deeply touched....
Inspiring "I am" piece, can fight with mercer's original... very touching and personal post. I am going to do mine too.
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