There are times in every ones lives when stress takes hold of the thoughts in their mind
No matter how you try to look at the situation at hand happiness can be hard to find
Try to keep a positive attitude at the outcome which may be certain
Withdraw from reality and hide behind a see through curtain
Emotions are strong and kept deep within the confines of our soul
As people we are too afraid to let out our deepest secrets out the things none must know
I have hurt many and many have hurt me, yet I only see my pain
I cannot comprehend no matter how I try, all I know is Iím an emotional drain
Drain those around me and those who care about what Iím going through
Yet I dare not tell them the reality of which I am and what they see is not true
Hurt so deep inside that my tears no longer run down my face
The water runs in my heart ashamed of its self and full of disgrace
I claim to know who I am and what I know to be good and pure
Yet the real fact is that I need science to create a cure
A cure to fix the damage that has been caused to me deep within my heart
And to cure those that I have hurt whether close or apart
I write poetry so that people might comprehend the feelings I hide from all
Not able to fail or make a mistake because if I do then all will fall
Why arenít we more thoughtful of others and the suffering we cause?
Take a moment to see my malcontent and for you I shall pause
I see what you let me see just as you see what I let you see
Humanity will never be able to express themselves or ever be free
Twenty views and no comments? I had to see what might engender avoidance so. I guess it's the fear that some flippant offhand remark could cause harm even not meaning to or unknowingly. Harming others necessarily harms ourselves, whether it is realized or not, so some may stay away like so much backfiring black magic (always does, I hear).
I am such a stranger to being malcontent. My own dad's nickname for me was Alfred E. Neuman - "What, me worry?" as apparently I always carried around an idiotic grin painted on like the Joker of Batman fame. And really, I feel that way... to a fault. But then that is perhaps my own psychological pitfall, the opposite of being clinically depressed is (fill in the blank).
No, I am far from perfect in many respects, and would or should be properly ashamed for some thoughts and deeds such as ALL MEN are guilty of except that each day begins anew, rising and falling, succeeding and failing with most often no one but God and myself as witness. I pray that I've harmed no one else and then rely on what I've read:
2 Corinthians 12:9 But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, ...
(such is always best in full context)
So I call it my weakness, knowing where true strenght as well as forgiveness can be found. I am like a puppy who piddles where he shouldn't but doesn't always know better. Hope I haven't piddled too much here.