Unfathomable memories
Of hate, disgust and vile
Tear ducts overflowing, mimicking
Pain and despair
Thoughts running wildly
In the messy cave called a brainFear of being unloved
Hatred towards one's self
Consciously acting to remain in posture
To keep the evils at bay
But seared deeply
By an array of judgement
Clawing and clutching
Tearing apart the soulNeglected and unwanted
Mocking smiles and hateful comments
Pushing towards the brink
To loose control
To loose face
To fire back with interestStanding steady
In front of the reflective surface
Facing a soulless piece of meat
Ragged breaths and a thousand more tears
Ruining one's self esteem
Ripping apart dignity
Shredding the once lived kindness
Wrapping it up with angerBefore you ask me why it looks incomplete... It is... This was a suggestion given by someone... She pleaded and asked me to write this. So basically, the story is not directly related to me but I sensed her distress when I wrote this. She told me a story and asked me to make a poem and this is the result. The rest will come by when she feels like letting out. So thank you for undersatnding...
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A Field Trip To The Soul
PoëzieThis is a collection of poems which questions our mortality, our existence, our beliefs, who we love and why we love. In the poems you could get yourself ready to read the feelings and emotions of a teenager who has and still goes through a roller...