This is the first poem I wrote; I wrote it on a typewriter. It doesn’t have a date; but I can envision myself typing it and where I was. I would say that this was written in 1996 or 1997 (I was 16 or 17 years old). Of course, that is merely a guess…it is transcribed here EXACTLY how I have it typed on paper; hence the punctuation errors and digressions. I am able to recite this poem from memory; word for word, line for line, and I have been able to since it was written.
You look at me and see the girl
Who lives inside the golden world
But don’t believe
That’s all there is to see
You’ll never know the real me.
She smiles through a thousand tears
And harbors adolescent fears,
She dreams of all that she can never be
She wades in insecurity
And hides herself inside of me.
Don’t say she takes it all for granted
I’m well aware of all I have
Don’t think that I am disenchanted
It seems as though I’ve always been
Somebody outside lookingin (sic)
Well here I am for all of them to bleed
But they can’t take my heart from me
And they can’t bring me to my knees
They’ll never know the real me.