SOME PEOPLE SAY TIME IS ALL YOU HAVE BUT NOT ME. I AM GROWING AND I DONT HAVE MUCH TIME. SLIENT TREATMENTS I CANT HANDLE. THERE IS TIMES WHEN I DONT EVEN GET A HEY AND THATS ALL I WANNA SAY, BUT INSTEAD ALL YOU DO IS WALK AWAY. IT HURT A LOT BUT I SAY NO WORDS, ONLY IN THE WORD I WRITE. YOU CANT SEE IT HURT ON THE OUTSIDE BUT IF YOU LOOK DEEP IN MY EYE, YOU SEE IM CRYING. ITS ONLY BEEN A LITTLE BIT IF TIME BUT IT FEEL LIKE YEARS OF PAIN. SOME TIMES I FEEL LIKE I GOING INSANE ALL I SEE IS BLACK THUNDER AND RAIN "I SAY HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME?" "CAN YOU SEE ME?" I FEEL LIKE I GET NO ANSWER. SLOWLY NO ONE CAN SEE ME CAUSE I AM DISAPPERING BECAUSE IM LOSING ME.
That's a powerful first line and it's a lead to an equally powerful theme. Your poem is a commentary on the human identity: We are what people allow us to be. But is that enough? And your poignant closing also suggests the question- why are we dependent on the opinion of others? You can only lose 'me' if you allow others' needs and views to be more important than your own. Don't. It's as heartfelt a poem as I've seen here in quite awhile!
Thank you guy for replying to my work.Kidder thanks alot for your word really made me think. Well keep a lookout i have more coming.
