Oblivious

• Amy Passmore, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2014

Is it sad that we can no longer recognise despair?
We're trapped all alone with no one else there.
My eyes show the pain that others fail to see.
A corner in the dark is where I will sit,
when my mind continues to lose grip.
My emotions flare but fail to show,
how much the hurting really does grow?
People pass without a thought,
of my pain and anger that overtook.
They see a fake smile and don't ask more.
Assumptions are made and instinct is gone.
a stab in the dark is all but ok,
as I constantly stab myself along the way.
I too should help myself,
but my mind takes over and turns me into someone else.
This person ignores the pain like everyone else,
as it fights to destroy all good health.
We have all become oblivious and not just to ourselves,
as we always ignore the pain that hurts everyone else.
our minds have become small thinking about 'me'.
our lights of awareness begin to dim as we let all the darkness sink in.