Hi
Great work by the way to get this out in the way you did. It would have been great having an authors note so as to know something more. It seems this person wishes to be translucent and almost not be visible. I can so relate to this on some level. But I don't think I can honestly say, I have suffered from pistanthrophobia.
I did a little edit suggestion as It might make your poem read smoother. three things:
1. Caps i'm to I'm.
2. added is to "my future is destroyed."
3. broke to poem into verses.
Blessings
El
I can't talk to anyone,
no I'm not dumb.
I can't feel anything,
no I'm not numb.
I don't wave a "Hi",
I never say goodbye.
I can't let my eyes contact,
I don't want to look pretty,
I just want to know new facts.
Because I can't let this happen again to me,
my past speaks for me,
my present doesn't exist,
furthermore, my future is destroyed.
I'm afraid of trusting people,
I have pistanthrophobia.
It doesn't matter now,
they killed my soul,
only my body lives.
The past will always shape our future and once trust is broken it's almost impossible to regain even for those who have had nothing to do with your past. Interesting poem. Very to the point.
On the extreme edges of this phobia, it would be debilitating. I think a lot of us who have suffered losses and have had our trust broken by people who were supposed to love us (parents, relatives, spouses, friends) suffer this to some degree. Interesting subject to tackle, I enjoyed.
Hi
Great work by the way to get this out in the way you did. It would have been great having an authors note so as to know something more. It seems this person wishes to be translucent and almost not be visible. I can so relate to this on some level. But I don't think I can honestly say, I have suffered from pistanthrophobia.
I did a little edit suggestion as It might make your poem read smoother. three things:
1. Caps i'm to I'm.
2. added is to "my future is destroyed."
3. broke to poem into verses.
Blessings
El
I can't talk to anyone,
no I'm not dumb.
I can't feel anything,
no I'm not numb.
I don't wave a "Hi",
I never say goodbye.
I can't let my eyes contact,
I don't want to look pretty,
I just want to know new facts.
Because I can't let this happen again to me,
my past speaks for me,
my present doesn't exist,
furthermore, my future is destroyed.
I'm afraid of trusting people,
I have pistanthrophobia.
It doesn't matter now,
they killed my soul,
only my body lives.
I like where this poem is going! You may want to capitalize all the "I" referring to yourself as it will be more unison with the rest of your poem, if that makes sense. I do like the poem and funny enough, I can relate to this.
Really strong poem, I think every girl could at least once relate to this feeling you described so well. It is dark, but just in the right point. I really enjoyed it.