A poem I wrote within one hour

"Lost Carcinan"

I only wish they could understand better
The deep feelings I have for them and this world,
Rather, they brandish me as weird and obtuse
Without even knowing where I first come from.

Can such deep feelings of love be fake?
Perhaps to them it's so,
For they themselves have never felt such profound love,
They believe it's out of their range of capabilities.

I don't think it's their fault
For it's only human to push away the unknown,
But could they at least try to understand
It is their fault when they don't ask enough questions.

Truly, I won't feel such deep love every single moment,
For I am human too,
But I always try for the least
I know it's what's good for me and humanity.

I was born between June 21 and July 22,
They say my type are full of deep secrets
We generally don't share these dark feelings of loneliness
Nevertheless, they are always there

We live in a world of people
Who don't sincerely understand our deep feelings,
Even when we attempt to describe them,
They all think the same thing in the end:

We simply take things too personally, they say,
Or that we get melodramatic over the littlest things
Even as they read this poem,
I don't likely see them being pursuaded otherwise.

My most dire appreciation goes to certain individuals,
The few who have tried to understand at least a little,
For they did the one thing that I only kindly ask of them,
And that is to try to understand.

Still, I feel very lonely in this world,
Sometimes, I feel I was not meant to be here,
In such a case, I shall secretly whisper,
"To God I will go, to God I will forever be with."


Hey guys, thanks for reading. So, what do you think? Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions?