Why? (Normal Version)

Venting. To read the colorful version, go here: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Wingedwolflover/1023232/

My heart ... it cannot take so much pain... 

People ignore me, walk right past me...

Am I just a ghost, meant to be forgotten?

Did I do something to earn

myself this torture?

Or are they simply cruel people,

who get pleasure out of

my pain?

 

Anger, red hot anger, envelops

me like fire, only

to be replaced by

sadness...

Darkness flows over me, hiding

me, helping me

escape the hurt, the sting

of this endless cruelty.

Yet I cannot truly escape

it... I merely

ignore their

taunts, finding

solace in but two

things:

Friendship and the shadows.

Both support me, though

in different ways.

My friends give me something

else to think

about.

The shadows give me a

place to hide,

and to heal.

Is being an outcast

really that bad?

Is it the horrible lonliness

 it is associated

with?

Or is it just a title,

just a way to lable you, to

know who and

what you are?

So many questions, so

many options, so

many choices.

How to choose one?

Should I let my path

be made for

me?

Or should I clear my

own way, making it

truly mine?

So many thoughts, swirling

around my

head...

So many torturous experiences

affecting my future...

They swirl, until they are

a jumbled mess

of emotion and

pain.

Why must I endure this?

Why must I carry the burden?

Why must I be punished like this?

Do I belong in the shadows

where none can

hurt me?

Or do I belong in the

open ridicule,

a sitting duck...

And an easy target.

Is this all my fault?

Did I do something

wrong?

Am I doing something

wrong now?

Right this instant?

Could it truly be

me?

So many hopes and

dreams, shattered,

the painful shards

laying on the

floor.

So many memories, injuring

my future and my life, more

painful than the

shattered hopes

and  crushed dreams.

The recipe for my

ultimate demise.

Am I to welcome

death with open

arms, embracing

its cold?

Or should I rebel, and

give myself

a chance, no matter

how minor?

So much confusion in

my soul, filling

my heart

with sadness.

Is this the life I'm

to live, with

everyone laughing

at me, mocking

me?

Am I to just let my

shell be broken

down and my

defenses destroyed?

Is fighting back such

a horrid crime?

Why must I endure this?

Why must I carry the burden?

Why must I be punished like this?

What did I do wrong to deserve this?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

" Or should I rebel, and
give myself
a chance, no matter
how minor?"
Sometime we must stand our ground and demand to be seen and heard. I like the flow of thoughts in this poem. In a world of so many people. We must find our place and be content. I like the questions at the end. Thank you for the excellent poem. Made me think this early morning.
Coyote

[Gretchen Clarke]

Thank you. I had to let this out, or I might have burst!
Anyway, thanks for reviewing. There's also a colorful version. I don't know why I made it colorful. My parents color the air with their language just fine. XD

[Kane Hagwood]

I think it's a good thing to let out bottled up emotion through the means of poetry. This reads like falling into a deep, dark hole.... falling.... And then, at the bottom? Slanted walls, making it difficult to crawl out. Over the years of dealing with all sorts of monsters and mountains to climb, I learned something really special.

I was always too hard on myself growing up. Most of the time, other people who we care about, are caught up in their own worries, just like us. Sometimes, its a matter of energy. Sometimes, life gets tough, and people get caught up in their own woes. I've found the most reliable person I can count on is myself. The person to give me the most love? Myself. Sure, it might sound corny on the surface, but one day you may realize that you're the best friend you never realized you had.

I hope all is well, and I hope this made you smile, even just a little bit. Best wishes, and keep writing.

[Kerra]

Such a long write, and emotional. I too like the flow of thoughts in this write

[CLUTZ]

Unlike the *normal* people, those that are deemed different and outcasts have the natural ability to make their own way.....never take what's handed you. Being different is always hard and most times lonely but it also opens doors that you would never have known about if you constantly lived for others approval.

Now that I'm done rambling (sorry) this was really good.

[Gretchen Clarke]

:D
I don't mind rambling when it comes to reviews. It helps me know what's good, what needs work, and in the case of this poem,it gives me advice on how to deal with the pain.
Thanks for the review! Anything that I could review?

[CLUTZ]

I'm glad I could be helpful, & a review is not required so it's up to you. I'm always happy for any reviews I get.

[Gretchen Clarke]

:D