“Richard Cory” – Robinson

In some ways, I find myself in this poem. Richard Corey is a man who has everything; on the outside. Everyone sees him as this perfect man who is happy, educated and rich. However, on the inside, things are different. This man who seems to have everything ends up killing himself. I have seen a lot of people who seem to have a lot, and in reality they are completely unhappy. I have had friends and classmates who have ended up ending their own lives when everything seemed fine. There is poignancy in the idea of suicide. It is a horrific thing, but on the outside, many times, things seem fine and then things take things for the worse. Death is a mysterious thing, and in no way do I understand it, but there is one understanding; it is not something that one takes into their own hands.