While I am mostly true with everyone, this poem demonstrates the feelings that I have when no one else understood me. While I want people to like me for who I am and what I believe, it's hard to tell people that nothing is wrong when something is. I did this for a long time, because I thought that no one cared, and when people did care, I still thought that they were listening only to make me feel better and not learn anything themselves. I have to control my Tourette's Syndrome for most of the day, toning it down so much because not only is it disruptive, but people I know laugh at me, and tell me I use it as a crutch. I guess the latter is partially true, though. I did and sometimes still say I can't do or have something because of my current condition. I have yet to show it off in public in my new environment because I don't want to feel alienated again. "I'm so afraid to show you me, Afraid of what you'll do-that you might laugh or say mean things. I'm afraid I might lose you." This line reflects more than just the Tourette's part, it reflects my past, and all the things that come along with it. I would like to refrain from burdening people with my own personal problems, unless they are truly willing to go with me through the end.
Written in the English of ages long past is a poem that still speaks true to the nature of death. In the poem, we get a description of where death truly lies; "Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men, and dost with poison, war and sickness dwell..." which makes death impossible to escape because of fate, chance and higher powers among us, but if we are not desperate to escape the Earth, them we will not go along. Most of my Mother's side of the family died in 2015, within 6 months of one another, and thus I searched for a poem which could reflect this. There is another poem, Meditation XVII, by John Donne, which also makes a great point; "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."These quotes reflect that every person will die eventually, and that the bell that tolls now echoes in ambulance sirens. The final two lines of Holy Sonnet X reflect the power of God to take us away from pain, and that death will die along with us.