It's not like me to be sane
I'm touched by difficult times and pain
My mind hangs above my head
My body, paralyzed and presumably dead
A feeling of coldness only I can feel
A feeling of happiness I wish I could steal
Pushing forward is too hard
The only words of encouragement are brain-dead and re-tard
An envelope of isolation surrounds me
I only ask: who invited pity?
Why do I see ugly when God sees beauty?
I am visible yet held captive by invisibility
Surrounded by people who come to see me
Like an abstract painting of emotional realities
I am Liability
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Author:
Raven Souci (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A feeling even the "happiest" feel
- Category: Reflection
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