𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!!
Maybe if I couldn't hear,
I could silence all my fears
Or perhaps if I couldn't see,
I'd actually be blind to the deception
Created around me.
Perhaps if I were more kind hearted and understanding
I'd be perfect for a trust fall landing,
Maybe if I had a bigger heart
I would have more insight into myself,
And know where to start.
More open minded,
Less possessive,
Less of me.
No more being unpleasant
Self-centered me.
A lot less of being so much
So greedy,
so wanting.
Just smile and wave to appease the crowd
And quench the fire of absolute hurt
And broken heartedness
that burns within.
One, two, three, four
Five, maybe six, maybe more.
How many times had it happened
have I slipped and fallen
I've lost count
on the times I've made you feel unwanted
Given up,
On trying to be better
For who? For you? For me?
There's no point in it
And I finally see
I am easily forgettable
Like a fleeting face
that you pass on the street
Not worth remembering
Fleeting memory that was possibly never even there.
Maybe if
I was born someone else,
If I had different eyes,
Different hair,
Been born a saint,
And with skin fair
Maybe if I had a nicer voice
Or more mature.
I think I've begun to hate myself again,
More and more.
I just wished my problems would go away
just a fleeting memory,
A Fleeting Face.
♡+-𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔-+ ♡
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Midnight Chronicles
Poetry+- Sometimes the hardest battles are fought within. We all hide pieces of ourselves, but what happens when the walls break down? You can never hide forever. Pain can be a powerful teacher and often teaches us painful truths, pain never lies. In life...
