These throes of pain are real
Confusion, hurt, distraught, loss, choked
Where will I hide!
Where can I run?
Why won’t it go away
Am I home? Am I a host?
Must you visit so often?
I have been told to share, it has hardly lifted the burden
Instead, it has frustrated my stance,
Ogled my scars and questioned the source of this pain!
I desire and declare freedom
Rather for every time I look up, I look back.
From self derogation to ignoring it’s presence
Why do you remain? Are we friends?
From whence are we acquainted?
Let me be!
thewriterofraw 
Thank you for following me first off. I read this poem and an intrigued and familiar with the premise and point of view. The job now, as I have found for myself and continue to search, is how to put it in a overt form that shows how the theory of your view point works in a covert manner. You have the bones in telling what you see, now you need the flesh to get others to see the thought process behind it. Smiles…Best>KB
Thank you for this Kyce. Especially for identifying for me what the problem is. I do not know if that skill is learnt or if it develops naturally. I will work to get it one way or the other. Thank you again