Go back

Another poem about not leaving the house for a while.

I want to go back to the days

where we were not afraid

Today I’m just so terrified

Of the world outside

My front door

Every time I leave my home

I am shown

how evil the world really is

People causing pain and hurt

To improve their own self worth

Mental manipulation

Instead of appreciation

Every day for a year I left my house

To go to another safe home

Though later I am shown

Than even the safest places

Are filled with false faces

People who wish to use

You for services

People who wish to abuse

To trap your mind in servitude

Because of this I sit in my chair

Not daring to go back out there

Until some people are better

Author's Note

Sorry about the format. I type on Linux, then copy and paste here.

Reviews

[Damien Ridge]

I find it hard to go outside sometimes myself. Not wanting to be around people, knowing what so many have done/could do/would do... We live in a toxic world, but finding the tiny bit of good is worth it all when you have it. There are decent people out there I've come to realize as I grew older. Thanks for sharing this, I felt a lot from it.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Thank you for sharing your life here. Well-written harsh reality, both of the world and personally. Good flow, rhythm and rhyme to this poem. I applaud you for your sensitivity and your bravery. "Even the safest of places are filled with false faces"-so true, but please don't imprison youself or your talent. Be in nature and light and enjoy your life as safely as you can. keep writing my young friend!

[Carol Cashes]

"...People causing pain and hurt
To improve their own self worth

Mental manipulation
Instead of appreciation"

This sums up a large portion of people who claim to be friends, but in the end...

This is real and honest, as all your posts and I've told you before, I quite like your stuff.