A Poem
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| Sun, 12-21-2003 - 1:34am |
How can I explain to them how I feel
When I don't know myself what is real
Is this face I show, the one that they know, the one so cheery and all aglow--
Really a mask that hides the true me, One too horrible and disfigured to see
Streaked by tears, Stretched by pain, Eyes searching for one they will never see again
My mood swings daily from Joy to Despair, I wonder at how I continue to care-- about any and all things to do with my life, for I see mostly shadow and dwell far from any light
Each day is completed as if climbing a hill, with great effort and force of will, I believe it is hope that sustains me still.
For what reason or purpose I do not know, perhaps my voice will someday say no, and convince someone else not to go
To save someone else the pain I feel and allow themselves some time to heal
Again, I didn't write this but doesn't it just fit depression?
Pamela

((((((Pamela))))), what a powerful poem.
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