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Second poem of this series. This one deals more with questioning some of the core things I hold true. Always fun to play with your beliefs system every once and a while :P

Does it really matter what you keep inside
Is it really worth it, the things you try to hide
When people get close, you keep to yourself once more
To hide the secrets about yourself that you abhor

You put yourself on a place, to which no one can relate
And your worst enemy is yourself, who you berate
This internal conflict is tearing you apart
And to find your way back you need to know where to start

One of two poems I wrote a while back while visiting friends in RI. This one looks at introversion from a more looking back perspective. Knowning where you are now and how you got there, was it all worth it?

When you hold your passion
Deep inside
It becomes a rage
You cannot hide
Positive intentions become
Negative ambitions
Your life becomes
A hate-filled mission
Without a channel for your energy
It all becomes a misery
Trapped your feelings get squandered
And it leaves you to ponder
Just where exactly you went wrong

Peel away this veneer that clouds my eyes
Pull back the blinders that show only lies
For too long it has been denied
The ability to be greater and to be alive

If this is truly what living is
Then it is quite simply a tease
There is nothing left to believe in
That is the thirst you cannot please

What is considered to be some of the greatest triumphs of man
Are mearly things that should be damned
For one thing that has been lost is the power to create
All that is left is to condescent and berate

I’ve been searching for hope for so long
Not the kind that can be marketed or sold for a soul
But something that can bring me from these ashes and feel whole
And right now I’m ashamed of the human race to which I belong

And so a dream came true
And this dream involved you
And a year ago I would have been thrilled
And now the flames of one sided passion have chilled

It’s not a letdown to me
But things happen in ways you can’t forsee
In fact I found it rather ironic
When you stop wanting something it clicks

This poem is kind of based on the old addage of “just because you can see doesn’t mean you aren’t blind” and some real life experiences.

And So she’s gone
Left you after so long
For a time you sat and wondered
What had I done wrong?

Then one day she told you
Just what her problems were
You said OK I’ll be better
And told her there’s a home waiting for her

There was something she told you
That I don’t think you understand
She told you to find yourself
That she wanted some substance to her man

For one fault you’ve always had
That’s led you many a time to be mad
Is feeling sorry for yourself
And putting everyone else on the shelf

Even now you want her back
But can you honestly say
That it’s because you want what’s best for her
Or because you don’t want to live this way

And she gave you these goals
But you still want to end it all
Standing on death’s lonely shoals
Ready to take that fall

You want something to believe in
Then believe in yourself
You have all the pieces to the puzzle
Then put them together and make something of yourself!