You enfold me in shadow sucking out the soul of me.
I strive to excel in your eyes, to let my spirit free.
You see no good where I stand.Only what hate shows you.
You laugh at my efforts and criticize all I do.
Tell me I am obsessed and addicted shout and bluster all you wish.
I have seen and heard it all before, it is as predicted.
The tatters of my life like the rags clothing an old doll.
My soul has words yearning to be heard to make me whole.
That is why I write so these words can be free as a bird.
Why do you need to put me down,
Cast those looks at me and frown.
I spend no more time on my writing
Then you do when you are out doing your own thing.
My words need escape they need to sing.
You can scorn and chide me all you will,
Sap my strength exhaust me make me ill.
I shall write and I shall grow.
That which is inside me, is what I need to show.
Every time I have found an interest you find ways to set the blight in.
Too many times I have just given in
But no, not this time. I shall, endeavour to ignore your snipes
I shall use this gift and I shall earn my stripes.
But this means so much to me now I can’t let you win.
This is an old poem from November 2011 slightly reworked.