I was brought up to believe that I couldn’t
So when push came to shove I didn’t
It’s not that I couldn’t, but I believed that my lot
Was to aim a little lower, than the talent I’d got
I got stuck in a rut
I believed I wasn’t good enough as me
That somehow, I needed another personality
But acting is false, not being true
And how long can you hide what’s essentially you
You always peep through
I believed that God was my foe
I believed that love was a no-no
If my mother didn’t love me, then why would they?
But that need for love wouldn’t go away
It’s a yearning, a burning, that still pervades
I believed I was out of kilter
My mother once said, “I should have killed you!” I believed her
No wonder it’s hard to form relationships
When your own mother holds views like this!
She ‘slit my throat’, that’s what she did
She might as well, have slit my wrists!
I believed all those labels they put on me
I was angry, aggressive, all kinds of things
I knew I was hurting, I knew I was lost
And what do they do? Stick their dirty labels on us!
Those trained to care, were totally careless
Did I say care? They were anything but!
Yet I believed, I received their wicked lies
And my heart, my soul, became the sacrifice
I believed in lies!
OMM Poetry – I believed in Lies
This poem is written by a good friend of mine – Howard Wright from Nottingham in the UK. Howard is an authentic man seeking to get to grips with his emotional wounds and he finds poetry to be a great outlet.
I was brought up to believe that I couldn’t
So when push came to shove I didn’t
It’s not that I couldn’t, but I believed that my lot
Was to aim a little lower, than the talent I’d got
I got stuck in a rut
I believed I wasn’t good enough as me
That somehow, I needed another personality
But acting is false, not being true
And how long can you hide what’s essentially you
You always peep through
I believed that God was my foe
I believed that love was a no-no
If my mother didn’t love me, then why would they?
But that need for love wouldn’t go away
It’s a yearning, a burning, that still pervades
I believed I was out of kilter
My mother once said, “I should have killed you!” I believed her
No wonder it’s hard to form relationships
When your own mother holds views like this!
She ‘slit my throat’, that’s what she did
She might as well, have slit my wrists!
I believed all those labels they put on me
I was angry, aggressive, all kinds of things
I knew I was hurting, I knew I was lost
And what do they do? Stick their dirty labels on us!
Those trained to care, were totally careless
Did I say care? They were anything but!
Yet I believed, I received their wicked lies
And my heart, my soul, became the sacrifice
I believed in lies!
I was brought up to believe that I couldn’t
So when push came to shove I didn’t
It’s not that I couldn’t, but I believed that my lot
Was to aim a little lower, than the talent I’d got
I got stuck in a rut
I believed I wasn’t good enough as me
That somehow, I needed another personality
But acting is false, not being true
And how long can you hide what’s essentially you
You always peep through
I believed that God was my foe
I believed that love was a no-no
If my mother didn’t love me, then why would they?
But that need for love wouldn’t go away
It’s a yearning, a burning, that still pervades
I believed I was out of kilter
My mother once said, “I should have killed you!” I believed her
No wonder it’s hard to form relationships
When your own mother holds views like this!
She ‘slit my throat’, that’s what she did
She might as well, have slit my wrists!
I believed all those labels they put on me
I was angry, aggressive, all kinds of things
I knew I was hurting, I knew I was lost
And what do they do? Stick their dirty labels on us!
Those trained to care, were totally careless
Did I say care? They were anything but!
Yet I believed, I received their wicked lies
And my heart, my soul, became the sacrifice
I believed in lies!
