Otherness

The blank page

Shows my thoughts

Meaningless, nothing

How can I claim to exist?

When I have nothing to show

 

The constant question

“What am I?”

Is all that I am

How can this uncertainty

Rule me so?

That is what I would like to know.

 

I tend to think of myself

As purely an experiment gone wrong

My purpose was lost in my creation

Forever tarnished by my otherness

I am certain of the existence of the otherness

I do have the proof

 

But it is only mine

I do not feel like I have to prove

Myself to you or anyone else

The perfect people only bring out

The otherness that marks me

As the prey of the day

 

But I refuse to bow down

To the perfect monsters

For perfection doesn’t cover up their evil

And evil they are

 

So I say to

The creatures of tomorrow

Rejoice

Because the otherness is here to stay

For yet another lonely day.

Author's Note

review please:)

Reviews

[Omily]

I like this. It's one of those rare poems that conveys the message perfectly. And, otherness sounds like a living concept. This stanza is my favorite:

"I tend to think of myself
As purely an experiment gone wrong
My purpose was lost in my creation
Forever tarnished by my otherness
I am certain of the existence of the otherness
I do have the proof"

Wow So many feeling come flooding from this. I have those?

[Emily B]

song of myself, we all need one or two or three

[Aussie]

I adore this one. It's astounding.(:

[Sunny]

loved it :) i like that word- otherness. it really caught my interest, thanks for sharing!

[Erin Lee]

awwwww, the struggle we all face as writers....writing to understand. i love how this poem addresses those same thoughts we've all experienced as we put pen to the page - trying to make sense of ourselves and others.... what a raw and entertaining piece. thanks for sharing!

[Megg]

WOWZA! This is so deep. I can totally relate to being otherness. I never fit in, and am SO proud of that! Completely awesomely written Mary! Kudos. -- XOXO Megg

[The Official Gary B]

Omg this poem is incredible. It is very well written and it means a lot. In some way we are all otherness.. Good job bestfriend =)

[THERISA]

We'll all are blank canvas
Waiting the brush which we call life
To apply the colours that mark our passage
Each canvas is a different pallet of colours used
Celebrate what is unique to you and only you
No one can take that away.

As Coyote Poetry says, i like this poem and the message, it conveys to the reader. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.

[Tina Kline]

A very deep poem, I really like it. Going from the otherness of ourselves to being who we are, not having to prove yourself. It ends on a strong note. Very nice.