Troubled life, brain is growing but not in positive direction
I can’t wait for the results from the gray matter disection
Hey! What’s this you are a genius under further inspection
Too bad no one recognized you while you were alive
It is all the same
No one feels the shame
They all think cause you feel
that you are some kinda lame
misfit
or worse
don’t feel that way
keep feeling all that you are
embrace your own way
welcome to my train wreck
my subtle jokes won’t cut it
my somber introspective moment
I can’t tug at your heart
If you don’t really care too care
I am a shapeless klutz of cliched feeling
me and my dreary dialogue and anguished fables
Stories of abuse
what is the use
it only happened to me
I have no choice
I find a way to rejoice
without really making a scene
I tried bizarre spiritual beliefs
a happy-ending story about overcoming adversity
But you want to know the truth
I am not loved
not ever
oh yes I was
only by myself
And I know my love is real
but it does not count
it is not shared
it is not left
it is not right
if it is nowhere
I have nothing to offer but these words
My head hurts so bad
and
the NY TIMES would not recognize
any body like me
so let me alone
with this dread of my own
like she said dying is an art
and I am out for my last fifteen minutes of fame
If you feel, you're a misfit. The person you like doesn't care to care. No one loves you except you.
Most of your poem is understandable. But "let me alone...I'm out for my last 15 minutes of fame"?? Am I failing to grasp your subtlety, or is this seeming contradiction too personal for a stranger to understand?