Explanation:
I won't say that I am ashamed of this poem because I'm not, but I do feel that it is not a complete picture of who I am. This was written during a period when I was very frustrated with close to 99% of the people I knew. Either for their disconcern for who I was, what I was doing, or whether or not I simply dropped dead. This is most accurately described as a hypocritical diatribe. The voice who speaks in the poem is verbally chastizing the reader for being callous and selfish, caring only for their own wants and needs. Yet the irony is that the voice is falling deeper into that sin himself, caring for his wants more than those who hear him. The desire for self satisfaction vs the desire for relationship bonds is a thin line that is hard to balance on. Some individuals find it easy to become greedy for their own life and yet others find it easy to be subserviant to everyone they meet falling prey to becoming a doormat. I authored a quote that sums up the idea of this duality that exists:
Passion is self-serving.
Compassion is self-sacrificing.
When found equal together in existence they become the world's greatest treasure sought by man for all time...
Fufillment. |
