Every night
I cry myself to sleep
Over a fight
Between myself and me
"You're a disgrace!"
"But everyone's different!"
"Just look at your face!"
"Skin isn't permanent!"
"You'll never amount to anything,
You're the family failure
You haven't got any wings
Of that, we can be sure!"
"No, you've got it all wrong
It's just a bad spot we're in
We need to stay strong
And one day we'll win!"
"You don't even matter
Trust me, no one cares
Look at how you've shattered
The family's legacy fair!"
And so it goes
All through the day
Until all the woes
Are too much to weigh
And as the clock hits midnight
I fall to my knees
As good loses the fight
I fall off the trapeze
And the tears finally fall
With silent gasping sobs
Into a corner, I crawl
As of my light I am robbed
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This poem is about the constant dialogue in the back on mind. My mind has a part that loathes me, that would do anything to convince me I'm the worst thing to happen to this world, especially to my family, and sometimes it almost succeeds. Because...the looks of disappointment I get are not something my mind is creating. Perhaps, I'm just doomed to be the "Family Failure".
But thankfully there's another part of my mind that believes in me, and is constantly fighting against the darker part, constantly saving me from sinking into the self hatred. It is the only reason I get up and do stuff everyday. But on some hard days, which I've had a lot of recently, the positive side of my mind just can't balance the darker one, and as the day goes on, it becomes quiet, until the only one speaking in my head is the darkness.
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With love,
Loonazure
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