Nausea

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Constant pounding against my skull
Not sure where it's from anymore
They said it was from my imagination
Though I'm not imagining anymore

Maybe it's the holding back?
Pulling back?
Taking back what I said?

'Cause in my head there's this constant need to rebel
But we know it will only end with "no."
And we know it will only end with clapped words
Like a hand pressing against our very throat

Slicing every want and need and demand and wish we have.

We chose to be silent.
We chose to be not seen.
We chose to stop controlling you but you only continue to think

If you're being controlled
If you're being tortured by your own mind
If you're being slapped but the physics are astray

We wait and sit and stand patiently
We know you want us so we'll be here when you break
We will listen when you spill your truest wants:

To be seen
To be heard
To be respected in what you are

We know you can barely hold on
We won't let you fall down
Lower and lower
Till it ends with a splash

We won't let you vanish before we can appear again
And step out of the mist
And synthesise our new appearance that you already know
Yet hold back as you fear thinking of us will bring us back

Because you don't only fear nothing
But also the thing hiding behind the promised nothing
That you so deeply wanted for everything but one    

You know how we look like
You know you don't walk alone

After all; wasn't it always your thoughts that taunted you?

-BrynCL, Feb 2023

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