A FOOL

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MY PAST MAKES ME WHO I AM ~STRONG~DRIVEN~FOCUSED~

A FOOL

I HAD NO VIOCE, BUT I LISTENED

 

WHO KNEW I’D YEARN TO BE NOTHING LIKE YOU

 

MY REFLECTION LAUGHS AT ME

 

AS ECOED VOICES UNLIKE MY OWN

 

YOU’VE SHOWN ME HOW TO HATE

 

HOW TO USE AND BE USED

 

ABUSED TO THE POINT OF NO RETURN

 

I’VE LIVED AND LEARNED

 

YOU’VE SHOWED ME HOW TO LOVE SO HARD I’M BLIND AND MUTE

 

INSLAVED BY MY OWN SELFLESSNESS

 

LOVING TO THE POINT OF SELF HATRED

 

MY SIGHT MUTES MY HEARING

 

MY EYE’S DESERT MY EARS

 

YOUR LIFESTYLE IS MY BIGGEST FEAR

 

SPOKEN LOUDER THEN OFTEN

SMACK AFTER SMACK

 

INFACT…

I YEARN TO BE NOTHING LIKE YOU, BUT WHO KNEW MY REFLECTION WOULD LOOK JUST LIKE YOU

 

BUT I’M NOT YOU

 

YOUR BIGGEST FAILER IS MY INSPIRATION

 

YOUR MISTAKES ARE MY STEPPING STONES

 

YOUR PAST IS EXACTLY THAT

 

THE PAST

 

BUT I HAVE MOVED PASSED HATING YOU TO PITTYING YOU

 

I HATE THAT I LOVE A FOOL

 

I’VE MOVED PASSED THE STOOL

 

YOU CONSTANTLY DROOL

TO SAY OLD THINGS DON’T CHANGE

 

BUT, LIKE A MUEL, I KEEP PACKING ON DOWN THE ROAD TO MY DESTINY

 

MY DESTINY IS NOT YOURS, BUT MY OWN

 

I’M ALL OUT OF EXCUSES

 

YOUR WORDS ARE USELESS

 

MOTIONLESSLY MUTED

 

I’M UNDISPUTTED 

A CHAMPIAN 

I CAN’T BE IN UR MESS ANYMORE 

I FEEL LIKE AN EMOTIONAL HORE 

INJECTED ERECTLY WITH YOUR MISORY, I QUIT 

I YEARN TO BE NOTHING LIKE YOU

I’M NOTHING LIKE YOU 

I CHOOSE NOT TO BE A FOOL

BY: Darlene Truepoetry Fernandez

 

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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