A Long Time Ago
6 June, 2011
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
There was a time when I cared what people thought
I was young and afraid I was not like everyone else
But now I am happy with myself and my uniqueness
The way I stand out in a crowd
Now when I go places people know my name
Now they all seem glad to see me as they approach
Even though I am no one special, I am special
I walk tall and hold my head high
It's hard to believe there was a time
When I was poked with pins and called rude names.
I used to be scared to go to gym class
I was afraid of the bus ride home
Difference was not celebrated but despised
"She thinks she is better than us" they would say
If only they knew how much lower I felt
How truly alone it made me feel
But times change as you get older; things are seen differently
Underneath I'm still the same, only less insecure
No need to think about the past, but I still do
It made me strong and who I am today
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meri (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, June 8 2011, 03:41 am|
Glad you don't let that stuff bother you now. If only some would know rather than assume.
If you don't get to know me, then how will you know your assumptions about me are correct? Goodness, I love philosophy.
I'm happy for you. It's like you wrote to me as well.
|Wyldflower (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, June 27 2011, 06:52 am|
we all have suffered the cruelty of youth,not to mention the insecurity....we all handle it differently.....I ate...and ate....though older now I cannot break the emotional cycle of coping when I was younger....but I regress...the older we get....the more we see and the less we care about what others and who others think we are.....
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