I am what I am: A poem

Don’t fault me if I wish to die

When I’m in pain, I’m bound to cry

Life can be plain, but accidents are sudden

A crossroad can become an oversized burden

Don’t condemn me for my lack of trust

A seeming Samaritan filled me with disgust

Don’t write me off if I say the world is unjust

Circumstance discriminates, governance gathers dust

Don’t ridicule me if I make a mockery of myself

Hope and despair take turns on my shelf

The weathercock in me is a regular joke

My moods are full of steam and of smoke

Don’t reject me if cynicism is my wall

The optimism of others makes me feel ever so small

If I have made a high mountain of a tiny molehill

I still never sought a lot, and always humbled my will

Don’t humiliate me if I am poor

A little goodwill is good for sure

The lonely sceptic needs reassurance’s knock on the door

Honour and dignity are priceless in his store

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms. View more posts