How do I appear to you now?
Not a second thought must have been given once you messaged me all those months ago.
Never will I need to be helped up when I'm knocked down,
Because I'm strongest when I'm in the dust that you kicked over my skin.
With every seizure of spasms comes the reminders of how hard I had worked for you,
And every ache that causes me to writhe in pain,
and contract every muscle in my body is because I won't be looked down on again.
You had faith in me, but I had lost faith in myself.
You've made your bed and now I'm sleeping in it,
Wrapped in your convincing lies,
And coaxed by the emptiness you left inside.
Look at where I am now without you.
Without every thought revolving around the world you had contracted for me,
I now reside with the one you turned against me,
And so they took the place that you once reserved in my life.
Because of these series of unfortunate events now I am no longer weak without your support.
'W' for the 'worries' you placed in a carefully constructed part of my heart.
'E' for the 'emptiness' you left while a tornado of confusions left me restless.
'A' for 'all' of the pain the you indirectly caused me without knowing and tearing apart the world.
'K' for now 'knowing' that you should never meet your role models in real life.
I am not weak, look at me now.
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My Life Is A Circus
PoetryWelcome to the circus, behind this curtain is the exploration through the thoughts of a girl's mind by passing through heartbreak, happiness, depression, and all misunderstandings that apply to everyone who has questions and curiosities.
