'Woeing' Themselves Along Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I too could carry around a list of tragedies.
A long one.
But...
To prove what to who and why?
That I am familiar with suffering?
To prove what to who and why?
That I can endure more of it?
To prove what to who and why?
That I have become immuned...
Or that I am seeking to add to my list,
To enable me to point out my scars...
As if I did this to brag.

I don't drag my feet to shuffle through my past.
I am not seeking companionship,
Amongst the many observed...
'Woeing' themselves along.
I don't believe pain with me belongs!
Although I may tolerate the feeling of it.
It's there attached and in masquerade.
I am not in need to be reminded of agonies.