Anything But Ordinary

Survivor

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I am my own undoing.
The pain in my heart is relentless,
And subsequently
I've become tactless.
So I hold myself in contempt,
I resent my actions that made me this way,
Nothing but inept,
I hate who I am today:
Wishing I held a contingency plan,
Or someone there to hold my hand,
Someone to understand.
Life can be dark and ambiguous,
We don't exist with an inherent guide
To manage those which are malicious,
To hold humility in the same hand as pride.
But the grey areas, they linger,
Love, hate, passion, anger...
None can see the world through my eyes,
The inexplicable beauty which I see,
Though the pain resonates inside,
Alive is what I wish to be.
For there are worse things out there,
Than what I feel in here,
And I know that is true,
That amidst the fire and ash and terror,
The survivors make it through.
I think to myself,
"Maybe I'll be one too."