I Am Me

Why do I feel like crying?
I want to talk about what interests me.
Why do I feel like I have to hide?
I want to write about what I love.
Why do I feel afraid to be me?
I want to be myself without being judge.
People around me just don’t understand.
People around me just don’t want to listen,
But how can I make them understand?
How can I make them listen?
People look at me like I’m strange.
People around me judge without knowing.
I just want to be me.
I want to express myself without being afraid.
I don’t want to feel condemned,
But I don’t want to be someone I’m not.
So go ahead and judge me.
Think I’m strange if you must.
Don’t listen, don’t comprehend,
I am going to continue being me,
And you can just continue being you.

Broken

God last night I cried to you again, pouring out my soul,
Giving you all that I am.
Right now I am broken.
Where is my miracle?
Why do I have to go through this?
Why me?
I ask these questions often, but I know the answers.
It’s in your plan, your never failing plan.
You are all knowing God. You have all the power.
My miracle will come in time.
I’m going through this
So you will get all the glory you deserve in the end.
It’s happening to me God,
Because you chose it to happen to me.
These are the answers to my questions.
I’m broken and I am hurting inside.
But you are here with me.
You won’t give me anything that I can’t handle.
You chose me God. Do with me what you will,
Use me God… I am broken,
But that won’t stop me from carrying my cross.
It won’t stop me from praising you.
It won’t stop me from seeking after you.
It won’t stop me from wanting to be closer to you God.
I may be broken, and I may be hurting
But that won’t stop me.

Locked Up

They’re trying to keep me locked up,
Locked up away from you my Lord.
It seems that the harder I try,
I just fall even harder.
But it is you, who say
That you’ll catch me when I fall.
It is you, who says
That when I can’t walk anymore,
You will carry me.
It seems hopeless for my family in my eyes,
But I am just looking at the situation,
Through mere human eyes.
You have a plan.
A perfect plan that only I can do.
You have a reason for everything,
I may be locked up physically,
But that is okay.
No matter how hard they try,
I will never be locked up spiritually.
No matter how hard they try,
They can’t keep me away from you.

Mountain

I had to write this for my English class for symbolism... but I still like it





I am like a mountain.
Motionless, mighty, majestic, marvelous.
I stand stern with my head lifted up high,
Refusing to let anyone shake me from my beliefs.
People step on me, but I am not phased.
I am solid, I am firm,
I am one with the earth.
I am like a mountain,
And like a mountain
I am strong.

Don't Tell Me

I am not a big fan of this one cause I kind of forced it out... mainly cause I wanted to write a poem that rhymed




Don’t tell me I am not pretty
Because I know I am
Don’t tell me what I can’t do
Because I know I can

While you may be looking down on me
I will hold my head up high
You can’t bring me down
And do you know why?

Because I am a Christian
And I’m proud of it
Because I am Child of God,
And I love it!!

I'll Always Cling To him

So many different emotions are running inside of me.
Confused, sad, hurt, disappointed, anger, and worry
Those emotions only scratch the surface
Right now the Devil is trying to make me doubt.
The Devil is trying to make me feel alone,
But that is not going to happen.
I laugh at the devil’s failed attempts.
It is true that my family is fighting.
It is true that I am in a lot of pain.
It is true that right now at this moment I feel alone,
But I know that I am not.
Even though my parents fight I know they love me.
I also have great friends, who are there for me,
But most importantly I know God is, and always will be here for me.
Before God I used to think of killing myself at times like these.
Without him it is very possible I would have succeeded,
But then where would I be?
I would be right where the Devil wants me to be.
I would be burning in Hell.
No matter what the Devil may throw at me
I will survive it,
And I will survive it clinging onto God.
No one can pull me away from him.
I will cling to God until the very end,
And I don’t care what I have to go through.
No one, not anything,
Can pull me away from my God.

A Poem with No Name

This is a poem with no name. This is not only a poem, but this is my prayer that I will pray to God until either I die or my family is saved.



God I am on my knees right now
I am hurting and I am crying
My dad has turned back to drugs
My mom is putting me in the middle of the fight
And even though this has happened many times before
I can’t help but feel this way
I tell people on the outside that it doesn’t bother me
I tell them that I am used to it, and that I don’t care
But it is all lies.
Yes I am used to the fighting, but I don’t want to be
A child like me shouldn’t go through this over and over again
I hate seeing my parents fighting
I hate feeling this way
But what I hate the most is knowing…
Knowing that they are on the wrong path from you.
At this moment I cry out to you god.
I pray you help my parents
Please God I don’t want to live like this anymore
I don’t care about all the money we have
I don’t care about my family status in this stupid town
All I care about is their salvation
God just give me the words I need to say to them
Please God use me
Only you can help me with my family
Only you can give me the words I need to say
Please God just give me the words
In your name I pray
Amen