The slightest touch of unknown human nature.
Leaves me shivering with a forbidden illness.
This isolation is doing more harm than good.
Deep down, I'm not reacting the way I should.
I've lost my mind in the dreadful past before.
But it seems my brain matter is being crushed.
Lathered completely with solitude confinement.
I'm wet with insecure emotions that drip with ease.
Paranoid with the thought of a secret hidden agenda.
I'm scared that they see my words as a product of me.
Frightened by the terror that is foreign raw intimacy.
I go to sleep as the lonely child who never knew love.
I'm carelessly walking on the broken glass of the world.
Ignoring the bleeding cuts that are the foot of the problem.
I hide behind the forced exterior I created to keep others out.
Will I ever break down permanently in the state of yearning ?
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Had an episode of sorts last night. Not quite feeling myself. I'm being forced to realise some parts of myself that I don't wish to confront or deal with right now.
It's saddening.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
