Introductory Matter

I know what people think.

I know what they say behind my back.

I've heard the whispers and the laughter

I've seen the pitying looks they give me and the expressions of

        disgust that cross their sickened faces as I shuffle sadly by.

I know I embarrass them

I know I make them feel ill at ease

I know they'd rather I sneaked away and died in some dark,

        forgotten corner, never to be seen or heard of again.

I know all this,

Know it only too well.

But let me tell you one thing:

 

I was not always as you see me now.


 

 

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Fri 23rd May 2025 10:54

I hope you didn't think my commment dismissive of your poem, Branwell.
I see some pitiful sights around town. most recently, a frail-looking woman who looked as though she had been given a beating.
The sad truth is that mental health, and any other social services which once alleviated such suffering have been deliberately decimated in the name of political ideology.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Wed 21st May 2025 11:09

Now in all Quality High Streets!
Welcome to the UK 2025.

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