only one (lol) — Summary

It is still here, still present in my mind. The neglect, the rejection. Never dying. Only growing stronger with every tear. Like a virus, a cancer, it taunts. Beginning in my heart, it spreads across my chest in a sheet of smooth, constant pain seeking to reach, to poison my soul. OR, could it be my soul is already sick? Unable to restrain this emotion, or UNWILLING? Is it so that I have become accustomed to this way of living? How do I become FREE FROM MYSELF? This cage of sensitivity that causes me to feel and experience every memory of rejection that my mind possesses, and recalls the pain from each one simultaneously. I know, this is only a moment, and soon my cage will be opened ; and I will be allowed to resurface from this pit, if only for a while. Life's ups, life's downs. I should be more distracted by the black hole I see my struggling peers willingly jump into before my eyes. I know there is a bigger mission at hand. But every so often, when the SILENCE emerges, and I am ALONE, my personal demon escorts me back to this cage; Where we dance hand in hand until I am freed again.

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The speaker describes an old hurt that refuses to fade. Feelings of neglect and rejection stay alive in the mind, and the speaker compares them to a virus or a cancer that starts in the heart and spreads through the chest. Soon the poem turns to questions. Is the soul already sick? Is the speaker unable to let go of the pain, or unwilling? The cry of "FREE FROM MYSELF" shows how trapped they feel by their own sensitivity, which makes every past rejection come back at once.

There are flashes of hope. The speaker reminds themselves that this is only a moment, that a bigger mission exists, and that the cage will open again. Still, the capitalized words "SILENCE" and "ALONE" show where the danger lies. In quiet, a "personal demon" leads them back, and the closing image of dancing hand in hand with it feels both intimate and bleak. The mood is raw, weary, and honest, swinging between despair and fragile resilience.

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