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by Kimberly Bauer

Sometimes I only breathe because its selfish not to.
I'm far from normal, and no one else seems to notice.
My inner dark hides from our cloudy skies.
I want to make it with no price.
I'm far too easy.
I don't know if I know how to be happy.
I'm trying to make it.


12/28/2010

Posted on 12/29/2010
Copyright © 2020 Kimberly Bauer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 12/29/10 at 04:21 AM

I was just talking about this with someone today...if I stumbled upon being happy would I know what to do? Or would I just do nothing afraid of spoiling said happiness? So used to the anguish that the happiness would be foreign...~JPP

Posted by Sigurdur Haraldsson on 12/29/10 at 10:00 AM

"Sometimes I only breathe because its selfish not to" Wow, terrific sentence. And the rest just really hit home.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/29/10 at 03:40 PM

Strong opening line. Good stuff all around.

Posted by Scott Utley on 12/29/10 at 06:59 PM

'Sometimes I only breathe because its selfish not to.' I put this line down in my memory.

Posted by Timothy Wilson on 01/10/11 at 05:47 AM

Way to convey feelings of secrecy and darkness! Although saddened by the poem I truly enjoyed reading it. Sounds like you are very bright and you may find that writing is a good outlet for the pain of awareness? Maybe I'm wrong but hey cool poem. Everyone deserves happiness as much as they deserve air to breath.

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