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What's It Like
by Aaron M Ulmer
Monday, April 26, 2004
Not rated by the Author.
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Everyone is always wondering
How can I be so alone
And yet be so happy
But the don't know
What it's like
I live in fear from everything
I'm so scared of being hurt
I can't let anyone know
Who I truly am
Because the could hurt me
They're always asking
Why don't you say
What you really mean
Why are you so full of lies
Why are you just an act
And then I say if I were to
Tell you about my life
You would laugh at me or
Would you say I'm lying
Would you look at me with shock
Would you know what to say
Would you know how to act
Could you still be who you are
Could you treat me the same
Could you understand who I am
I'm so sorry if I left you
In the dark and all alone
Without a clue of who I am
But I'm not ready
To share my life with anyone
I think for now
I'll live alone, unexposed
To pain, sorrow, suffering, and true happiness
At least that way, I won't end up
Like you, so damn miserable
But you don't know
That I am too but I can't
Share my emotions that's how come
I act so happy, yet
I'm longing for the right chance
To share my feelings
To connect with human life
Cuz life ain't worth living
Without knowing what it's like
To feel pain, sorrow, true happiness, and suffering
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| Reviewed by Jane Rodway |
4/29/2004 |
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| I have been here for years, but I recently decided to start feeling after my cat died. I realized that I spent all those years thinking I didn;t love anyone, when I did. And even though I lost his love and companionship, the 15 years I had him were better than some of the non-feeling ones I spent with humans. It taught me life is too short to make myself unhappy by never really risking to love or lose. Thanks for the thought-provoking poem!!! :) |
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| Reviewed by Linda Hill |
4/26/2004 |
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Aaron...this is so full of the dark emotion
that comes from deep inside. You pulled this
poem from the shadows of your heart into the light.
I hope you can find that elusive thing called
happiness. EXCELLENT poetry, Aaron....one of the
best I've read here.
*Linda* |
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