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Sep 20, 2009
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Garbage
How do I temper all the pain I feel from the absence of caring
I look to strangers and apologize to them for all of my sharing
Daring to allow myself the luxury of being as wounded as I feel
Ever ready to reject the feelings of those who wish me ill will
Fighting sometimes to stay sane in all that has taken place
Trying now, always trying to erase what I know as absence's face
Searching for the kind of acceptance I am told only exists inside
Reaching out to those who Will hear me with nothing left to hide
Knowing that I go it alone has separated me from the human race
Living there puts me toe to toe with those I know, but never face to face
Telling my story has brought me no glory, in fact it keeps me from seizing the day
What my life could have been if I only knew then what it is I wanted to say
I look to strangers and apologize to them for all of my sharing
Daring to allow myself the luxury of being as wounded as I feel
Ever ready to reject the feelings of those who wish me ill will
Fighting sometimes to stay sane in all that has taken place
Trying now, always trying to erase what I know as absence's face
Searching for the kind of acceptance I am told only exists inside
Reaching out to those who Will hear me with nothing left to hide
Knowing that I go it alone has separated me from the human race
Living there puts me toe to toe with those I know, but never face to face
Telling my story has brought me no glory, in fact it keeps me from seizing the day
What my life could have been if I only knew then what it is I wanted to say
— jamadarie, Sep 20, 2009
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Orphani
16 years 8 months ago
an honest streight forward
Nordic cloud
16 years 8 months ago
How, what, why, when and then now.