Justifying Insignificance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living alone in a nightmare of life, being depressed beyond
movement or motion, carelessly living on edges of mattresses,
too forlorn to reach out of self and help those more
unfortunate than me.
Wanting to grasp something to give hope or feed me back my
faith, instead just sitting within and feeling bluer than
the sky.
Justifying my insignificance with depressive thoughts and
medicine to cover up reality with false promises.
Bringing down other's moods with self-pity, trying to fool
them with my excuses for why I am this way.
In reality, I'm fooling no one - not even myself, if I'm
being truthful and sincere to those who love me and want
me to be a part of their lives while I'm here.
Maybe in the future, my purpose will come to light - maybe
it will be my turn to help others.
Committing suicide I will only be shirking my duty and
purpose given to me at birth.

(11: 08 a.m. - 5/20/09)