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I finally understand despair
When there is nothing left to do
Except to hurt yourself
I finally understand anger
When there is no calm
Except when you hurt someone else
I finally understand pathos
When I have to reach you
Because I can no longer reach myself
I finally understand depression
When I can reach no one
Because they are somewhere else

I cannot understand happiness
When I am not happy
Because I have rejected myself
I cannot understand contentment
When I am so uninspired
And need to be like someone else
I cannot understand a smile
When I am so lost
Because it does not come from myself
I cannot understand your approval
When I am restless
And want it from someone else

How can I live
When my life is upside down
And the sun is harmful to myself
How can I sleep
When the night is all I have
But it belongs to someone else
How can I love you
When soon I will leave
So I can seduce someone else
How can I exist
When there is no answer
Even when I only question myself

How can I understand
When I cannot live
Unless I am happy with myself
How can I live
When I am unhappy
Because there is nothing else
How can you help me
When I am in need
When I can’t help myself
How can I help you
When I can’t understand
How to love someone else

How can I cope
When I am controlled
And cannot be myself
How can I remain in control
When I am shackled
By someone else
How can I resist
When to resist is to die
Because I am not in control of myself
How can I die
When to live is all I have
Because I am needed by someone else

I must understand hope
Because I need to believe
In something more than myself
I must understand tomorrow
Because today is yesterday
When I was someone else
I must understand how to wait
For something to believe
Because I need to believe in myself
I must understand how to be strong
When that is all I can do
Because of the belief of someone else

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SilentReed 5 years ago from Philippines

If you understand, things are just as they are; if you do not understand, things are just as they are.~ The Buddha :)

BTW...Are those used condoms in the picture? If so then the artist really made good used of mixed mediums in his/her art.:)It must have been inspired in a poignant moment of "Pathos" :)


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Yeshuan 5 years ago from North Carolina

How did you get inside my head? These kind of thoughts often run through my mind when I am in a bad place. Fantastic piece of writing.


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QudsiaP1 5 years ago

My God, this poem seriously blew me away with the strength of its emotion. Wonderfully done sir, wonderfully done.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@SilentReed - I'm not sure what is in the picture... I just saw it as something that a person could stare at while they try to figure things out... Thank you for the comment... yes... you have to learn to live with or without understanding. Life goes on either way...


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Yeshuan - great minds think alike? I don't know what to say except thank you and maybe we're both here because we are similar people... it makes sense that we would connect....

@QudsiaP1 - Thank you... I am blown away by your comment...


Joanie 5 years ago

Sometimes the choices we make in life takes us through a door and a place we are so unfamiliar and uncomfortable with that we know we need to find the exit. Find the exit and find a more comfortable place where you can find an opportunity for some peace in knowing you have found the right door and a better place to take up this gift of life.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Joanie - Thanks for commenting. I'm looking for that door... it seems I find doors but my mind locks them before I can open them... I have to be willing to go in....

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