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Phoney by Joan SerratelliI'm just a phoney
trying hard
to be real
playing roles
in a play
I've no interest in
I try very hard
to be
something I'm not
I'm told
who to be
what to be
but never allowed
to be
who I am
Never allowed
to question
WHY
just to do
as I'm told
Where does it all end?
I cannot go on
wishing, wanting, hoping
but not being
This is not living
it's hell
I wish
I could change
but change is too hard
and I'm getting
too old
So all I can do
is sit here
and wait
and watch the things
around me change
while I don't
because it's
too hard
and I cannot
and will not
settle for less
I so desperately
want only
to be me 05/05/2009 Author's Note: A work in progress????? You tell me!
Posted on 05/05/2009 Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/05/09 at 02:36 PM This reminds me of one of my yesterday's meditations... We (if we are well conditioned to people pleasing) have the hardest time saying no to people because in fact it's saying yes to me! Of course there is always balance, but I think sometimes we're trained out of balance but taught to believe a lie because someone wanted to manipulate us.... just my thoughts. Hang in there. Maybe try one thing new a day... like saying YES to you! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/05/09 at 02:47 PM ...so?...i tease Joan, ms. Skeen says it. it's a human thing. i can see me saying those words that you use...sometimes we [the human specie] can't see the blessings because of one [perhaps little] thingee doesn't go right...yet i'm not belittling your plea...i am painted with the same Lord's brush: i feel like, and i'm 62, i've been "phoney" more times than i've been genuine...but then again, that's a lotta years to think back-on...so in toto, i'm hoping St. Peter will let me pass...well written, annnnnd Ms. Joan, EVERY POME[sic]IS UNFINISHED, SO IT'S MORE WHEN WE DECIDE TO "STOP" IT...GOOD WRITE. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/05/09 at 03:06 PM I don't know. Seems pretty complete to me. Really good, too. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 05/05/09 at 03:19 PM OH Joan. I too wish i could stand up and shout "THIS IS ME LIKE IT OR NOT. I'M TOO OLD TO CHANGE NOW." I feel your plea and stand beside you. wishing you health and peace, my friend. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/05/09 at 03:28 PM if you can breathe and dream and do, Joan, you are not too old. Never. To realize the truth, as you do here, is the first step towards going without fear into its light |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/05/09 at 06:39 PM Again, you voice quite well what many suffer from in this life, so know you are not alone. And we all should remember that, what we believe ourselves to be, we are. We need to stretch our vision. See what can be, not just what is. Practice adding value to things, to people and to ourselves. You shoot from the hip here again, even by writing these poems you have already have become more than what you may be giving yourselve credit for. Thanks. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 05/05/09 at 08:57 PM so, my questions is...what is it that you want to do or be? your poem reflects thoughts that i have heard from others many times, but when i ask them what it is they want, they do not seem to know...only that what or where they currently are is unsatisfying. change is difficult. it is much easier to sit back and bemoan our lot in life. i know, i do it. |
| Posted by Razel Davies on 07/19/09 at 12:33 PM "too old"? Joan, this is greatest lie that society tells it's people. You are never too old to have what you want. As long as you have the will, you can achieve so much. And you Joan, have an amazing will. Is this a work in progress? Yes. As this is only the beginning of the journey. You can change and be who you want to be. And that is the road i hope to read about soon. |
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