Stigma

Everybody knew
who I was
but me
Everybody pointed at me
with the finger
and said “she is”;
I was amazed
about that things they knew.
I tried to fight
against the stream
but no....
they stood firmly ,
“that´s you”.

Excellent. A fine description of the vagaries of and the environmental influence on self. I really like this poem.

tthank you for your words ;) .....this poem is longer but I am still doubtful about the ending...later may be...