Atlas Ez Poetry

I once wrote poems about who I was

I wondered why no one gave them more love

I cared so much because you see

What I said was what I believed to be true about me

But they weren’t me, no

They were a beautiful version of a really big show

Everyone usually loves that person you see

But looking back at least to a degree

The person everyone was seeing wasn’t really me

I always held well the thought that my heart was strong and steadfast

But I’ve let it break easily in the past

I had always thought that my family was the least important thing

Or that I didn’t really want a ring

But love is fickle and blind

I cherish above all else loves of every kind

I always thought I managed my emotions well

But at every turn my heart does swell

I nearly drop and am ready to run

For dealing with such restrain is like going without sun

My heart is not where it was and never again shall I hope it be

For you see that beautiful version isn’t really me