An Early Review of My Poetry Book

This book is my entire life in less than 30pages. It represents everything I’ve been through and still go through. It was hard letting it out, not just the problems with publishing, but for the very fact that I’m not an open book. Pun intended. I am that typical cry-girl. I don’t pour my problems out to people, I just cry about it, sleep off and wake up to a new day.

I realized something, sometimes when I’m feeling down and I don’t know who to talk to, I go to Google or YouTube to read/watch motivational speeches to cheer me on and push me forward. I read blog posts on self-acceptance, self-appreciation and self-confidence just to help me go through the hell I’m experiencing at that time. In the comment section of these posts and videos, I see a really shocking large number of individuals going through similar things or even worse. People share their near-suicide experiences and others try to give encouragement as they now understand that someone else has a much larger problem.

A lot of people, especially teenagers, feel abnormally trapped in a system of pleasure without fulfilment. Read that again. We constantly try to please the world, follow trends and ultimately end up chasing something that never stops, something that can never be caught and so we’re never truly fulfilled.

I also realized that the world gravely frowns down upon Public Display of Emotions (PDE), yes I just made that up. People see the admittance of certain feelings like hurt or pain as something really weak. I guess that’s why Depression is a new aesthetic. That rhymed! new poem idea *insert lightbulb*. Anyway, most people are sad, lonely, depressed, etc. because they are holding back a lot of feelings that they can’t express because they’ll be laughed at.

And so that’s what I did. I put myself out there, naked in the cold, damned streets, to be laughed at, picked on, pitied and most importantly, to make someone, even if its just one person, feel like they’re not alone. I know exactly how it feels to be alone, even in the midst of friends. I think Dax’s I can’t breathe will explain better. Listen to it babe.

Point is, I can only heal by healing someone else through my story. I can only live by dying for others. Some of my friends read it and felt like they were talking to themselves. I think that spells SUCCESS *smiley face*. It’s always a pleasure to heal others and I can only yearn to touch more hearts.

The name is A Clare’s Misfit by the way. I guess it’s free on Amazon for Kindle users. If you need a free PDF, you could request at eacenwereuzor@gmail.com. And remember, to heal, you must empty yourself of the hurt. I’m always here to listen.