I am–yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes– They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live–like vapours tossed

John Clare
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I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed. The self-consumption of our woes is an act that we are forced to do because we are never rewarded for it. We take the pain of our problems and turn it into fuel for ourselves. Instead of seeking help, we become our own personal therapist.

Instead of seeking out other people who can help us, we desperately try to figure it all out on our own. We exhaust ourselves with the effort of trying to work things out on our own. But there is no glory in this act, only pain and suffering.

Source: I Am: The Selected Poetry Of John Clare

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