Who’d want me?
To be me,
To haunt me,
To see me,
I want to be,
Anyone but me.
I will be you,
Or him,
Or even her,
Give me anyone,
Anyone but me.
I am fat
I am stupid
I am hated
I am despised
I am broken
I will be you or them,
Anyone but me.
I hurt everyone,
I ruin people,
I destroy lives.
It’s me.
I don’t want to be me.
Please God, I’m told you be,
Please God, me and thee,
Take me, give me,
To those who deserve me,
To the Gates Of Hell
Is where I’ll be.
Dear God, please let me be,
Anyone, absolutely anyone.
I’ll be him or her,
Anyone, absolutely anyone,
Anyone but me.
She is she,
He is he.
You are you,
and I am I.
She is he,
He is she.
I don’t know,
Who I want to be.
I am not she,
I am not he,
I am not you,
I am me.
Me, myself, and I.
Each good enough,
through creators eye.
~Petra.
Love this Petra. Still has no effect on me cos i’m imperfectly crap but for the right person that’s brilliant.
I really enjoyed this poem. I guess we all feel like this sometimes. It’s okay to not be okay. Just like the Pink song, F×king Perfect.