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There is no safe place for me
Excepting the corners of my mind
So I retreat there often
In futile attempts to unwind

But there I am bombarded
By a battery of my own thoughts
Imprisoned by dissatisfaction
Which all my life I’ve fought

I need emotional stimulation
The kind that’s hard to buy
The kind society won’t understand
The kind whose absence makes me cry

If I had known when I was conceived
What a circus it would be
I’d have given up right then
And never become “me”

Yet existence finds me here
It finds me bruised and all alone
Unrewarded, undeserving
Under depressive overtones

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Structured: Western
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so many feelings to deal with! after reading this poem, I feel I must digest and come again later to properly comment. it deserves due serious thought.

*love, Cat

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Emotional stimulation is a drug that you can overdose on quite easily.
I understand the deep satisfaction one gets from a good dose.
Sometimes, we don't see the good parts of ourselves, they are overshadowed by
what we need from others. I firmly believe that we are our own worst enemy.
I like this soul-searching, it shows that you are human just like me!
We all have the same malady to some extent, junkies of the mind.
This is a great example of your humbleness and the need for satisfaction with your work.
Don't get too depressed, you will be short-changing yourself.

The only thing I would change about this one, is that you find a bit of comfort in being you. ~ Geez.

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

I agree with Geez...we are our own worst enemy. Sometimes our thoughts can be such a dark place and cause emotional overload. It is hard to see the good that others see in us and I think you have captured the internal struggle well. Good job.


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