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I don't Know Who I am

by Joan Serratelli

I looked in the mirror
and saw a stranger
Is that me?

Have I aged that much?

I look awful
I never complain
I was raised
to be strong

I was born handicapped
so I had to cope

Thank G-d e has e
I was smart
but kids
are mean

I had to be normal
I wasn't
but I had friends
who overlooked
my speech
my gait

I was so determined
to "fit in"
and I did

but age has exaperrated
everything

I don't want pity
I just want
to be left alone

I am who I am
I do what I can

I really do try
but it's getting harder
ain't easy
being me

I no longer
can put on a "show"

I do not want
to be laughed at

I've lost my sense of humor?
Life is not funny
It's hard
being me




01/31/2021

Posted on 01/31/2021
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/01/21 at 02:12 AM

I think this reflection could include most of us. Nicely stated.

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