Detached, a poem of random feelings
So loved yet so alone,
Want to detach myself from this life,
Happiness surrounds me,
To share the joy a face created
A mask that none will recognize.
A spirit they all take for granted,
Slowly drifting, separating,
Situation stressful, want to end it all,
Metal blade across the wrist,
The only thing that now exists,
Emotional torment released,
Physical pain overrides,
Not this time,
No blood appears,
Cover the marks like the emotions.
Nothing is genuine all just the face.
Hiding what people don't want to see.
Back to smiling, laughing, joking,
Flowers blooming, birds are si…
- Analysis of the Poem "My Voice" by Sir Oscar Wilde
- Detached, a poem of random feelings
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