I'm afraid of doctors, thus I can't seek help and finally get a diagnosis. I sometimes wish someone would set up a camera in my room or something, that would make it so much easier... I could probably talk to a doc if they already knew things about me.


I am not well

I'm tired of being lonely
tired of being gloomy
I'm sick of this insanity
I'm frightened by society

I'm stabbing these emotions
hushing my commotions
Unable to see reason
I blame it on the season

I'm scared of these delusions
afraid of my conclusions
Hiding in my room
I blame it on my womb

I wish I could be modest
instead of be the oddest
I hate my hating ways
I'm sick of this disgrace

I wish I could be better
than hide me in my letter
I write these lines for me
so all the world can see



Poetry by Little Miss Sorrow
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Written on 2009-11-11 at 20:08

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frantic
oh, what can i say..
you wrote this some time ago
hope you're feeling better..
though i think this is a sign of
some kind of inner deeper force
that everyone should establish
one day or later in order to get
to know oneself better
it belongs to an unspoken
survival breakthrough..

strong direct text, letters.. stand
freely, though tamed by rime and rhythm
which you handle so well.. applauses!
2010-01-03


ngaio Beck
May I make a feeble observation? You are so much better off than the majority of people out there because you realize you have issues. The world is full of F-- nuts who haven't got a clue!
2009-12-27



Seems to me, you are suffering from a fear of the future, in a society that you cannot trust to either you, or take care of it for you. These feelings take away our confidence, bit by bit, we trust others, the world, and most especially, our own judgement, less and less, becoming reclusive, rather than stepping out, and feeling the sun on your face, unafraid.

You need a confidence boost, to start your every day. And of course, someone to talk to about your worries. Writing is a great benefit in releasing such pent up fears, you said it in line 6! You cannot suppress your emotions, without risk of internal explosions.

I am enjoying your poetry, you write from the soul.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-12-15



Tel-e-ol-o-gy
(self-realization)
*
If you can not fix it,
maybe its not broken,
but brilliant perfect,
(harder to accept)
perfect the way it is.
*
Most of all you write
trollbinds my mind
and I can but smile
and enjoy your style.
2009-11-13