My Realization

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    My Realization

    Trapped inside myself
    Desperately searching for an exit
    so many feelings that want out
    Sorrow, Despair, Misery, rage and Pain
    Going blind with insecurity, Growing numb with hate
    So many emotions I keep for no one to see
    Like an empty book full of a thousand pages there is a heading but
    every word is blank left for only me to read
    Does no one else know I am here?
    Does anyone else know I matter?
    With a hole in my heart my soul is shattered
    I lay beneath the radar hoping someone will get my signal for help
    Should anyone care?
    Or have I been doing this to myself?
    I pray the pity me for I have abominated who I am
    Taking the easy way out, when will I grow into a man?
    I need to take responsibility and stop letting others take the blame
    This is my realization but will I ever change?

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    am2anangel commented on My Realization

    07-08-2009

    excellent portrayal of a boys journey into a man is what I took from this one. The inner struggle of whether or not you can change and become mature. Well done.

    Zephyr commented on My Realization

    07-08-2009

    A good meditation on leaving the past behind, and proceeding into the future. Are we strong enough to do so? I can definately sympathize, because I've quite often felt the same way. Good job, davoc.

    GreenGirl81 commented on My Realization

    07-08-2009

    I totally feel your pain!! Good ending I really enjoyed this thank you!

    davoc

    07/08/2009

    Hey thank you so much!!!

    scrye commented on My Realization

    07-08-2009

    Really great insight for one so young and i love the way your words flow. But do not despair life holds good things as well as the bad. Keep writing its a great therapy and it doesn't cost a thing lol.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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