All that was Lost, is Now Found

To experience all this at once, you’ll need to think fast.  The atmosphere is caving in on all that was lost.  Reviving the past was never as easy as you made it sound.  You, the reason I’ve been calling for help. You never understood that perfection is irrelevant to this current point in time.  It’s irrelevant to who I am and what I take interest in.  I will no longer take part in being who you want me to be.  Or let you get the best of me.  Not caring is and always was harder than it seemed.  In this “good cop, bad cop” situation, it feels as though I am the one to blame.  I was never content with my decision on whether I should ignore the facts, the truth, the real reason why all of my life had to be this way.  It turns out that you and I were so alike with someone disappointed in both you and me.  Although, I still stand by all those words I keep repeating.  “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” And by God I will not iterate those damned actions you pulled on me.  I refuse to lose my dignity, again.

Author's Note

Ignore the format. I know it's not like your usual poem.

Reviews

[Enigma]

Yeah! It's not like the usual poem. It's different...I'd rather call it unique...one of a kind
And the format is worth noticing. Why ask readers to ignore it when it sounds so good?
I really liked it. The free flow of emotions really impressed me and the mental confusion that you've potrayed so well sounds just like how I feel at times.

"It turns out that you and I were so alike with someone disappointed in both you and me."
^ My favourite line!! I love it!!
The whole poem, the concept...everything was really great....
Well Done!!...and keep writing ^_^

[Mornie]

I really like how it shows your independance and how your not letting that one person stand in your way and make your world stop turning

[ShadowWolf]

It is not the style or the format that is impressive; it is the power and sefl-determination that you express.
I see you as a young oak tree bending and sway in a powerful storm yet never breaking or being uprooted. Then when the storm passes that young oak tree stands up stronger than ever to recieve the warm embrace of the morning Sun.

[Michael V]

No no no...the format is what gives it that little touch...your first lines set the reader up to have a busy frame-of-mind. Fast paced, like the big city opposed to a small town. You should consider throwing in some more action words to keep the fluidity of your hectic pace. It's a good poem, you should keep it as is but instead of putting regular gasoline try, super unleaded. :)