Pain, pain, go away.
Take all my problems with you.
I will not become a slave,
To the razor that I use.
I don't need a better life,
Or more butterflies and rainbows.
I just need to change myself
Before I learn to love those.
So before you even try to judge me,
Or make a mockery of my pain.
Take the time to stop and think
Of what I go through every day.
This poem has quite right attitude.
How long one can wallow in self pity, that is pretty defeatist. The 'pain pain go away' style feels like baby-ish innocence. But, suddenly you grow up in the third line and refuse to be suppressed and judged by anything, even by your own overpowering instincts.
This poem reveals a lot of internal conflict and it is apparent that the positives are winning... so, very nice, keep up the good work.
Submission Name: Slave
