I let it get to me.
Their words.
Their stares.
Their judgments.
I let them crawl into my brain
Nesting and planting seeds.
The roots, they stretched and sprawled out,
limb by limb.
The dark thoughts, they grew inside me.
Consuming
Spreading
Breaching
It eat me.
I am no longer the me, I used to be.
But I can try,
and not let it get to me.
Maybe try to look at things differently.
If only the judgemental thoughts
Would free me.
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Occupational Hazard
Poetryjust a bunch of poems and other random shit that I wrote. If you have a problem with what I write, and you feel it is worth my time. Please politely bring it to my attention and we can talk about it over some virtual tea and biscuits. *Warning** So...
