| Self Improvement Poetry
posted June 22, 2015
5 Stanzas Discovery Amid Self Doubt no set meter or rhyme
When I was of a young age,
I viewed life merely as a stage.
A stage of which I falsely engaged-
Is that why I felt caged and lonely estranged?
Some experiences immaturely gauged,
a bet nullifying my character of a senseless wage.
My portrait then seemingly chock-full of rage,
Is self-infliction common, or am I utterly deranged?
Wishfully hoping to be exchanged-
with one capable of performing an upstage.
Absolution of presence richly in range,
but wouldn't that leave me shortchanged?
Perhaps enlightening my desire to change.
To overcome this self induced rampage.
Ultimately ending all this outrage,
could this be my key to disengage?
Yet, these experiences are what beautifies my stage.
Charmingly attaining a perspective rearranged.
My flaws compliment why I'm strange-
Am I to beam a reflection amassed with sage?
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