Broken

 The memories of my life rise and fall in the back of my mind

Until your forced to look at every one of them and wonder

"How did I f**k up so badly?"

Everyone I thought I loved 

Have turned their backs on me,

Ashamed to know some one who was so broken

And did they ever stop to think,"There may be a reason for this"

When all I did was try to help

To give the world to them

And what did I get in return?

A heart with cracks in it

Reviews

[Mr. Misanthrope]

Quite a beautiful poem, if not for a few minor grammatical errors.

I can really relate to this poem. You constantly try and avoid your problems by thinking of happy things, but one day, they come rushing back at you, with no mercy to spare, for happiness is nothing more than illusion. Of course, this is not always the case, such as during moments of love, but do they ever last? I believe that love's short-lived nature is what makes its elusive characteristics so special.

The middle section of your poem is also very real, and painful. Your loved ones would always blurt out common remarks about how they'll love you, no matter what. But truth is, no one likes being different, and they eventually lose the trust of those 'supposed' loved ones, those xenophobic creeps who obviously don't understand the unknown. Why? They shunned you when you were honest and poured your burdens onto their shoulders, until they gave way, and loaded them back on you, with even more to regret.

Overall, it is obvious that on the most part, when you open yourself up to someone and let them gain responsibility of your actions, your only reward is a broken spirit. No one is perfect. Yet we like to believe so, thinking that we can understand anything. And that statement is what makes the entire human population a pile of hypocritical crap.

Great poem.

Luke