Description: This kinda sucks. I don't like it very much. I found it in an old notebook. It was probably written around 2001-2002. If you have any title suggestions, please let me know. C:
Definition on Normal -------------------------------------------
I am so empty inside
Got nothing left to hide
Should I take my own life?
I'm searching for the person
Who makes me feel this oppression
The answer only leads to more aggression
All I have to do is look at my reflection
It is me who makes me feel this afliction!
A thinly vailed act
I walk around "normal"
I hate the person who has become me
Please release my spirit, and set it free
edit 'Definition' in the title, it has 2 x i's ... OK nobody's paranoid about speling but we still need to look as if we know what we're doing, is what I say a lot, but only because I feel safe from being thrown things at! Maybe you don't wear hawaian shirts with track pants, black socks and sandals though. Someone corrected me about that the other day and I really lost it, so maybe I shouldn't have written the above, but anyway I think spelling is much more amusing than knowing what to wear ...
This website has a lot of sometimes suicidal poets - or at least, suicidal poems - and they are all bursting with life, with feeling, compassion, drive, enterprise, love of freedom! That same need to get into a good space makes us go ahead and get into a good space, once the depression is past. There are hints of this cognitive process in your poem here ... the title is great because I remember considering suicide when I was sixteen. Well, it was in the Pacific islands and you didn't slice your wrists, you jumped off a ship. During this period I seemed normal and nobody noticed how I was feeling
I dont think this sucks at all,I this it is well written and says alot about how you was feeling at the time.I do hope that you are not feeling the same now,as this is an old poem that you found in a note book I hope you have gotten through that time.take care,Jamie x