It’s interesting how this poem, in its wording, shifts from slight admittance to fully confessional, as if it all poured out towards the end. People will often criticise others for their actions, but never question the reasons why. You’ll be labelled an ‘angry person’ because that’s easier than trying to understand the roots of the problem.
When people try to help, try to understand, the voice in our mind tells us we’re a burden and they’re only acting out of ‘obligation’. There’s a voice here that’s desperate to be understood, but not just on the surface.
We’re humans, we all have dark thoughts. We embrace them as occasional anomalies, as we embrace the kinder and softer ones.
It’s brave to post poetry like this. There’s a lot here about the expectation, too, people expect you to be nice and kind all the time so when the switch flips, it’s almost as if you have to wear a mask, sit in the shadows, clench your fists because ‘that’s not like you’.
I related a lot to this. Thank you as always for sharing your thoughts
Thank you, dear STAR and Daniel. And yes, that's exactly it. It's like this cycle of should I stay quiet for fear of burdening somehow else or just be human and show that it's not always sunshine and rainbows. But then I will be mad at myself for letting others see the ugliness of my mind, or perhaps afraid they will take advantage or not believe me. Sometimes, the anger comes out and it's hard to process, or hold that anger in my heart. I think things can be unresolved for so long and people don't realize it can come back, at least in the form of intrusive thoughts. Things can get better but there are still memories that pop up and I feel trapped by them.