Overcoming Sadness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Knowing nothing of what is going on, yet I am not trusted by one I love.
Tangling up my mind like ivy growing wild, there is no sense in being meek and mild.
Everyone else is allowed to have free will, when I try - I am despised.
Forever sending away things which are held dear - noting everything is carried away by other people's dreams - left hanging by a thread, dangling from a life which has never been dear to anyone.
Ideals penetrating farther into grief-filled anecdotes - causing no smiles on anyone's face.
Tragedy crosses itself over and takes the place of yesterday so it may continue to carry on in the future.