Image Poem by Aaron Weaver

The Image
Once upon a time I was faced with what I wanted to be
Where i wanted to be
As i got older I want to be the image that was acceptable
I want to be the image that was starring before me
Everyone want's to be the image that was acceptable
the demand was so much and so intense
my mind couldn't handle it
I try to make sense of it by unraveling the image to fit me
but who am I? The search for the image that fits my body
persists and now superficiality as the outer worlds expectations ensues.
I tried to fit into molds that I saw that were enthralling
but none fit me for the best, my heart cried aloud
now lost, I couldn't play the roll of what was expected of me
let me flee from thee, the image and molds that have me confounded are actually killing me.