Poor Yoshi! I thought this picture says it all! It lightens the mood from the darkness of the poem.
The ones you thought were your friends.
Segregated,
Out-cast,
Separated.
Why did they leave?
Now I’m alone,
Forgotten,
The anger fills me.
Why? I scream to the night
I’m frustrated,
Confused,
Misunderstood.
It was my decision that saved my soul and myself,
So why was that decision wrong in their eyes?
Do they not care what happens to myself? To my soul?
If I was to completely lose my identity and myself would they be happy?
Would they be happy if I was an empty soul in this shell of a body?
I left to save what was left of me.
So much has been lost
The desert of nothing has expanded,
Its feeding on my emptiness and sadness.
Now I have work to do.
So much soul searching,
Soul rebuilding
I’m tearing myself apart to find me.
