Rue Beloved Gono

  A Sad Poem : the title is simple, in contrast to the other work I had put out before this that almost always had some metaphor for a title. The poem itself has some complex parts but it all falls under this simple title. The title is also identifying what kind of poet I am. and how I may not change that just because sad things make people uncomfortable Stanza 1 + Poem structure : the poem takes the form of a few lines that are spoken out loud by the speaker and some in parenthesis, to indicate thoughts that are not said out loud. The thoughts are not said out loud because they may be seen as rude, and too honest, and are almost always in defense to what is previously said. The speaker almost wants to be heard but isn't quite ready to say what's on her mind so she unwillingly, compromises, by telling half truths. Stanza one is simply a thought she shares with us. We see that she longs to feel a joy that she seems to not be able to feel when she is by herself. Perhaps indicatin

 of late, I've been thinking about myself. Which is a statement that by itself doesnt sound too world changing. however, from the perspective of someone who's lived a life where pleasing others and meeting everyone else's expectations of what any sort of relationship with me looks like, I have done very little for myself. During the last few years of my life I have been exposed to countless versions and definitions of toxicity. Every one seems to have an opinion on the matter. everyone has a some one or a group of someones who they deem "toxic" and somehow, we're are never short of these people in our lives. I begun thinking deeply about the criteria for toxicity. being a biochemistry student, discussions of toxicity from a scientific point of view are not hard to come by. it is part of the job description. I've gone from thoughts of who in my life is toxic, how do i get rid of them to am I toxic to others or to myself and can I get rid of myself? Putting