I try so hard to connect,
to communicate.
Is it all in vain?
The silence echoes around me,
and I feel invisible-
Unimportant.
It doesn’t seem like this Self
is meant to stay.
She hurts so much,
and in the silence
the Voices strike.
She tried being patient,
waiting around for the time
She thought she’d been given.
to no avail.
Dissociation and anxiety,
loneliness and pain,
Voices and distress,
all consume her.
She has Disappeared.
This Self is all that remains,
And I feel hurt by all she went through.
Maybe even resentful towards the world.
I desperately want what She wanted,
but I also feel like hiding from the world
so that no one will hurt this Self.
My door is still open,
But my walls are higher now.
Is it better to be alone,
Or lonely,
cut off from those who said they’d be there?
About the Creator
Kittiari Clark
I've always had a love of books and writing. Most of what I will post is poetry, because I have a lot of emotions that need a safe outlet. I want to be a published author someday, and hope you all can help encourage me on my journey!
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Comments (2)
This poem describes the pain of trying to have relationships with people, friends, family, etc. But then also the fear of being burned by those people. I think most of us have been betrayed by someone we thought was a friend and it likely made us weary and afraid to trust people in the future.
This poem captures the ache of isolation with haunting clarity, especially the tension between wanting connection and fearing pain.