The happy of chatter of relatives
grinds the truth in my face
I am not like them
They are the ones who smile and talk without fear or reservations
they are the ones who trade recipes and smile at jokes
They are the ones who dig in to the food and propose toasts
I am the one who spent the last holiday locked up in a psychiatric hospital
I am the one who knows the way restraints chafe delicate skin
I am the one who can't seem to control the voices that don't really exist
I try to mingle but get scared that I'm acting to weird
I don't understand their hokes
I get nervous that the food is poisoned
and can't bring myself to eat it
they swig down apple cider and eggnog
I swig down my cocktail of medications
They laugh and have fun
I shake and am scared
I am not like them
A contest entry
- Dark poetry by cutekitten789.
800 points, ended December 11, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow... this is amazing... i can really see through those eyes...the fear of saying something that will let out the illness... the resentment even of not being like them...you made me feel for this person that even surrounded by family and voices they are still so much alone... well done
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absolutely lovely job, hun. i understand your feelings, as i am ill, too.
i wish you the best of luck in the contest! thanks for sharing your lovely work -
This is really deep and sad!
Terrible position for one to find himself
in especially during the holidays. Very
creative and well written! Thanks a lot
for sharing this and good luck to you with it!
Jeremy0826
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