Letting Go Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

When meeting with others, I find parking my mind out back is better.
It allows me to meet on common ground without intimidating others.
All of life, knowledge must be kept hidden.
Doubts and mistrust standing solidly, forever in the way of friendship.
Always having to pretend stupidity to get along with other people gets
me down.
I am saddened by results time and again when I have shared some small morsel of what I know.
Crying inside all of life, being filled always with despair is something
I cannot hide too well.
There is a tiny thread of hope, but each time it is frayed a little more.
Soon there will no longer be even a bit of it left to keep me here.