In My Own World

Often I sit to wonder,
What does it all mean?
To have what it seems to be,
Explicit clarity.
And then be accused by others,
I am in my own world!
Oh...
So untrue.

IF this was 'truly' my own world...
So few I had invited to visit,
Would stay to exist.
If 'this' was my own world.

If this 'was' my own world,
Not many would walk around...
Disrespecting it as they wish.
And no one would sit with expectations.
That would not be an entitlement.

IF this 'was' my own world...
There'd be many more catering,
To the joys of others!
And the complaints I would hear,
Would be...
'How can we assist you,
To spread in your world more happiness.'

Often I sit to wonder,
What does it all mean?
To have what it seems to be,
Explicit clarity.
And then be accused by others,
I am in my own world!
Oh...
So untrue.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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