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[title] => My World
[time] => 2012-02-02 13:17:54
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[bodytext] => Standing in the center, all the world around me, people walk past and hurry to their destinations... Walking past me as if I'm not there as if they were blind, Are they real or is this just an halucination... I begin to reach and I cannot touch anyone walking by, I scream does anybody hear me?!! Noone acknowledges my presence... I feel so cold, alone and like a lost child who strayed from its mother, Louder I scream now but still it does nothing to verify my existence... No one sees me and my words on deaf ears they fall, and with no one who understands I put my head down and begin to cry... Wait someone sees me now, I smile but they only laugh at me, as if my sadness brings them joy I just want to run and hide... I seek a place to hide myself but there are no corners, no place for me to turn... I’m left to my own hands that I use to cover me as inside with anger I burn... No matter what I do or how many words I use it seems I remain mute and translucent... I wish I could change my face my hair my eyes because in this body I feel like a mutant.... My fight is with the world but the world doesnt owe me a thing... Nothing good comes from it only confusion it brings... Im alone in my world there is no one else here that I can see... Im one person in my world and feel trapped inside of me... Nothing I do is right, everything I think, do or say is wrong... It all started for me before I was even born... a Lovechild I was, someone who wasn't suppose to exist... I'm seen as much as sand is seen, held in a tight fist... bitterness, anger, resentment, failure, loneliness, and fear all rage inside me like a firestorm.... But really who is to blame no one but myself as from my own decisions the life I live has been formed.... Regret, Pity, disgust is what makes up this person no one sees... Yet I can smile, laugh and pretend to be what they all want me to be... No trust in my God for if I had would I feel the way that I feel... Yet what I feel is a matter of no importance to anyone but me this I know as real... Feel like a broken record thought at least one would understand... So my complaints I will keep for just my readers whom I dont seem to offend... [comments] => 0 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 64 [informant] => vr2776 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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