Anne Sexton - Anne, I don't want to live.... Now listen, life is...

Anne, I don't want to live.... Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds... But if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives... Locked outside of all that's real.... Anne, do you know of such things, can you hear? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet... And yet to [be] behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can't, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong... To do it all wrong... Believe me, (can you?)... What's wrong. I want to belong. I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen.