I dont know if I like who I'm becoming...I'm too comfortable with being who I am.
the relations I have developed are molding me to a replication not an individual but someone I dont want to be. I pity the abnormalities I see in others and how even when their morality is an objective, but their lack of reasoning is bullshit. There is no devotion and I became just as naive when I allowed myself to be pressured into ideals other than my own. When I allowed myself to absorb advice that is not even beneficial to the individuals who gave it to me. When I want to express my feelings, I don't want a solution I want a barrel that I can pour my thoughts into and then put it in the sea to drift away from me. I seek refuge in solitude that I sacrificed for company. Company I no longer want to keep because the life of privacy I use to behold is now glittering to be gold.I don't think I read the fine print to my agreement because the underline clause said I have to sale my soul to sin for a veil of commitment. But, what I am committed to.... adjusting my personal characteristics to fit the preferences of someone I only knew for a year let along been with less than that. My dignity is worth more to me than popularity, or any relationship.The angered nonsense could cease because with or without my engagement it renders no logic.
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the thoughts of essie bell
Acakpoems that didn't make the cut. poems that are unprocessed and raw. poems about sensitivity, anxiety, self- acknowledgement, and so many other things....
