Other's Wasted Efforts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching deep inside where I lie hidden from view,
people's lies and jealousies find me.
With noses high in the air, they think and plan to
snub me in a public way.
Not noticing their efforts for my mind is far away
on another plain in time.
There are no combinations tackling me from the
outside world that I've not already used on myself.
Wasted efforts on someone else's part mean nothing
to me.
Hearing no sounds, being deaf to the pain others
seek to inflict, rolls off my back like jello from
a knife.
No one will ever know or see if they've reached
inside of me with their intentional pain, because
not a tear will be shed for them to see and use
against me.
Strong? Not really.
Cold? not me.
Uncaring? Maybe.
Only because it keeps me free from the pain others
try to inflict on me.