These Poems Poem by C.R. Ebowski

I write these poems in search of healing
But sadness is all that becomes of it
I share my heart with the world
But to who I truly am, I will not admit

I am filled with emptiness and disdain
Because this life has made me bleed
So I reach out to the world anonymously
In hopes that someday my pain will recede

My defense mechanism is something of an art
A creation of distorted cynicism and scorn
Keeps those closest to me at a distance
With others learning of my legendary scorn

So I will go through life not knowing how to love
Disguising my pain and namelessly reaching out
But ultimately the blame is mine to endure
Because it is not people but myself who I doubt