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"

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. So many people want the same things. I never like walking a overused path. I believe we need to walk our own road and see what we want to see. A powerful poem. Your ending two lines are perfect.
Coyote

[Tara♥Undefined&h..]

oooh look im the first to review this marvelous poem!!! It was absolutely on of my favorites out of all your poems it was amazing!!!! Keep up the good work Mar.