Alone In My Pain

 
Wounded I walk everywhere I go

Trembling and haunted by memories of the past

Overwhelmed entirely by tasks of the present

Trying to be normal, I put on a disguise

 

But unwilling to let go is my pain

Always present at my mind’s forefront

Running away, I try to forget

Unable to escape, I get dragged down

 

Every inspiring dream I have

Every challenge I undertake

Withers and fades away under the stress

Frustrated and hindered, until I am helpless

 

Moping around immune and indifferent

Unable to feel, see, hear, taste, or smell

Enveloped and trapped, no conceivable way out

Buried and burdened under the pressures of life

 

Incapable of enjoying the beauties of this world

How can others be so happy?

What is it I don’t understand?

Who else could understand this grief, this hurt?

 

Surely no one out there can feel just like me

No one’s had my difficulties or afflictions

No one’s experienced the feelings of my past

Why am I cursed, unlike everyone else?

 

As I mope, an old chap passes by

He says, “Son, you look distant and depressed

“Despite your cover, your eyes are glossed over

“And your eyes tell the truth of your heart.”

 

He soon leaves, and I begin to take notice

Some people pass by I look in the eye

Peering past their eyes and into their souls

Surprised every wit, I try it again

 

I’m startled to find many souls like mine

Then something deep inside moves me to react

As I direct these souls out of their pain

I pause to notice my pain is no more