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Mon, 24 Sep 2012

I hate my life

This poem was triggered by a discussion with a special person—not special in the sense I address in the poem though.

My life's hating me
But it is not a one-way:
I'm hating my life

Hate being special
I know I can help others
But what about me?

All quite supportive
Respect for my openness
And encouraging

Though, no step further
No clue how to handle me
Afraid to ask me

Hooking up with me?
Suddenly embarrassing
Just scolding words left

Want to be normal
Maybe I'll lie to myself
Though that won't work out

I am what I am
And sometimes it just pains me:
Hate being special

I'm hating my life
But it is not a one-way:
My life's hating me

Please refrain from asking whether I feel fine, I am in good mood. :) But I haven't written anything in a way too long time, I noticed how little actually during selecting poems for the International Poetry Night during debconf. So I picked up the idea and caressed it until I came up with the above piece about with which I am quite happy. Think about it, and ... try to enjoy.

Potential interesting sidenote, if you wonder: the title refers to this snippet from the first Futurama episode: I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life. :)

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f4m8 wrote at 2012-09-24 06:18:

It's some month ago, that i feel this way. I take the decision to leave a person, with whom i share nearly a quarter of a century. I must clarify my relation to persons and to the world. I had done that for some years, which often pains me, but it was - at least for me - the only way to find a way to not to hate my life, to get mostly peace and freedom.
Thanks for this poem!

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