by Joan Serratelli

I cannot be
who you want me
to be
I can only be
who I am

What you don't
is that
I've tried
to change
only to find
that I can't

I've turned myself
inside out
for you
you say I've
for the worse
not better
I say the same
about you

After all these years
you still don't
who I am
and I guess
you never will


Posted on 03/04/2009
Copyright © 2022 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/04/09 at 05:51 PM

...existential. gal. we are born alone, and die alone and are peopled-to-death in between...there must be a design He had in mind...that pome[sic] could be me and my human failings and yet i sooooo hear your plea...i wish she [mebride] wanted some of life that i do and conversely she wants things from me...finally different strokes for different folks keeps us afloat...yet the railroad tracks never do meet, eh? this is so wrenching in expression, clear expression...no namby-pamby cutsey stuff, just your gut...love it.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/04/09 at 08:35 PM

People who insist that others change are not happy with them to begin with..and never will be..lesson learned from my own life...you will change on your own time, to your own music, so don't perspire the small stuff, Joan

Posted by Maria Massarella on 03/05/09 at 12:38 AM

Yes.to the being You, and not what someone else wants you to be ... Ken has said it beautifully in his "you will change on your own time, to your own music"

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/05/09 at 01:29 AM

sometimes you just need to tell 'em "it takes one to know one!". most of the time the people that point the fingers at us, have the same wrongs that they are crucifying us for.

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