The Pedestal
You raised me up,
put me on a pedestal.
You said I could
do no wrong,
the perfect
person for you.
Well, I felt I could do
no right,
trying to live
up to your lofty
standards,
making me crazy
and insecure.
Let me down
from this pedestal.
Open the door
of this cage.
Let me be
who I am,
not who you
want me to be.
Accept me for me;
I am only human, after all.
Copyright by Anita Lewis Longino
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.