A series of wrong decisions,
My downfall, my own incisions.
Uncertainties erode my sense of security,
Blurred lines leave me terrified, filled with worry.
Everything crumbles like a domino's fall,
Why am I like this? I constantly recall.
I hold onto nothing and no one,
For I despise letting go, it can't be undone.
I know the pain of losing something cherished,
Time, effort, and love, all perished.
I built and nurtured, shielded from storms,
Neglecting myself, my own norms.
But in an instant, it all slips away,
A surreal nightmare, where reality may sway.
My wounds and scars, my constant companions,
Evidence of pain, my heart's canyon.
To protect myself, I'm covered in thorns and glass,
Hurting not just the malicious, but those who cared, alas.
I bleed not only the exploiters, but the healers too,
Driving away the loyal, the genuine, who knew?
Now I reside in my impenetrable castle, alone,
Hollow, cold, my heart turned to stone.
Why am I like this, you may ask,
Betrayed and wounded, a painful task.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
