FREAK

Picture the scene: walking int he High Street in Town, when suddenly you become aware that poeple are looking at you and pointing, not caring what you think - how would you feel

Freak

Tell me how long does it take
To realise you’re a freak?
To be pointed at in the street
The people, whispering close by
“Is she OK?” Oh, how I wanted to cry!

Horrified, you realise they mean you
You were never the sort to turn heads
Well, now you do
You want to hide
Losing your pride.

Feeling sad all the way home
I wish I hadn’t come
I know they mean no harm
I must develop a tougher skin
To prevent people looking in.

Author's Note

I wrote this some time ago: I know it's not too goodf, but ity describes my feelings to a T

Reviews

[Mary]

and it's amazing in its honesty and quiet power. When I was going through chemo several years back, I was also a "freak," instead of getting curious stares, I got breathy phrases and fake sympathy "how are you doing, yada yada yada," from well meaning people. It's not a fun place to be, I know. But I came to realize that everyone has the "freak" in them, only many wear it on the inside.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

a really interesting and provoking poem, indeed you express your inner thoughts and experience/ interpretation of the walk powerfully ....,the feeling of 'being looked at'- sounds completely invasive and demoralising, and would just exasberate self-consciousness and anger in anyone. nicely written.

[Chris]

Good is subjective to the viewpoint of its last reader. To be "too good" puts something in the "Great" class - yes? Being real in a way readily recognized by a majority of viewers can be pretty "too good" at times.

And to think some search for their "uniqueness" all their lives,

Now then, I understood what you said right off and that is the pity isn't it? A world where difference doesn't get fingers pointed just doesn't exist. But they don't have to be pointed with pity or meanness...

Take care,
Chris

[Rhianne Ney]

I feel the same sometimes... some people in my room completely think of me as a freak... and that is something that made me wish for the ground to eat me so I will quickly disappear... but even so I try to think positively I know they don't know what I feel and I cannot tell them or make them realise how hurting their words are... but still I stayed strong... (: it's a good poem I can really relate to it

[emmajoy]

This is such a courageous, supremely honest piece of writing. Your illness is such a sad one, tis so bad that in this world of tv. hospital programmes that are watched by millions world-wide, people can't actually empathise with real live people.

You should be immensely proud now, your poem is brilliantly written and comes from a dear heart. Thank you for reminding me that heroes are everywhere