He was told to be himself, yet it wasn't accepted. They fed him an ego, something so foreign and new to him, he strongly disliked the taste- yet it soon became an everyday meal that destroyed his selflessness.
He began to live as the image others painted for him- in a well kept suit; a selfish attitude and a Natchmann Aspen, crystal glass in hand, with barely a mouthful of whiskey left at the bottom.
As he was manipulated out of the greed of others, he eventually questioned his self worth. He would never be good enough for anyone. And when he finally found someone, and was so sure it was real, sure that he was capable of loving and being loved, everyone came back to tear it all down, along with his happiness. Happy, wasn't a word nor emotion he was usually familiar with, as he was always being spontaneously thrown back into pits of anger and doubt, sending him in a downwards spiral of confusion and constant frustration.
For once he just wanted to be happy, be loved for who he really was. For once he wanted to be able to say "I am loved for who I really am.", not "I was almost loved for who I really was."
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poésie200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
