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I'm Not Really Anyone Really

A table with books of poetry for sale.

If I had been anyone in particular, more people would know who I am. The stuff I have written. Or more people would like my writes. But I am nobody to some. I feel like wasted breath and torn up hands. My feelings subside me sometimes. I will say this though, my ap son, the only one I have TearsofIce his poetry inspires me and I think he's the greatest besides my other friends Titus (whose won alot more trophies under the sun then I will ever get). Sakura: She's a doll, I think she has more to say than people let her say. But uclamagic2, OMG if he makes me laugh anymore my face will fall off.

But yes, I feel like sometimes my darkness takes the better part of me. Even though I wish the niceness of the angels would take me away and just give me some peace. I believe maybe this has something to do with the fact that I miss my father tons, since God took him away, last year. My father died from Cancer at 70.

Though my mom's still around I always was close to her but my father, we grew distant at times and I wish we didn't.

Now as for my brother, I wish just once that he would tell me that he cares for me. But he never says it, he's older and he constantly tells me "Look I don't want people to know that you are my sister." With that, it disappoints me. I've done nothing to him and this is what I get.

Oh well, maybe I'm better off without him.

I thank my mother and husband a thousand times over for being there for me as well as my online friends in various poetry groups and my offline friends. Without them, I don't know where I would be.

Do I believe in Angels? Yes I do. Do I believe in Miracles? Yes I do.

Without a miracle, I wouldn't be living today. (that's another story)

  • Author: Marianne Trox
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