She’s an artist of sorts
With her brushes and paints
But she doesn’t use canvas
Its opinion she taints.
Around certain “friends”
She paints on a grin,
So she can be popular,
So she can fit in.
With other friends,
She’s loud and obscene
It’s the aim of the game,
To be rowdy and mean.
Close to her family,
She’s quiet and shy.
They hardly take notice ,
If she is nearby.
When she’s with the guys,
She’s a tease and a flirt.
She gives and she gives,
Ignoring the hurt.
The people nearby her,
They hope and they pray
That they could be popular,
Like her one day.
But when she’s alone
She breaks down and cries.
For there is no answer,
When she asks,”Who am I?
^^^^ good poem.
My amazing Gravatt counselor, Langley, read that to us. It's about girls changing who they are for certain people, so they lose who they are. I think most people have had that happen to them at some point. I sure have... But you have to find out what you like and what people you want to be surrounded by. Never ever change for anyone.
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oh my goodness, I remember looking for that poem for forever after camp. good blog da ettz!
ReplyDeleteGosh I miss Camp so much...
ReplyDeleteThis past year was definitely the best one yet, and I'm sure there's many more amazing years to come as CIT's, JC's, and maybe even full-fledged Counselors!
I remember a couple years back, when I had Bones as a counselor, he told us a quote that one of the younger campers had said: "If Gravatt isn't Heaven, it's at least three-fourths of the way there". And I couldn't agree more