i'm not sure who i want to be.
you see,
i want to be soft
all smiles and forgiveness
and sunshine on my face,
surrounded by the feeling
of peace and serenity and love,
trusting everyone around me and
loving unconditionally.
but still,
i want to be sharp
all smirks and ruthlessness
and sarcasm dripping from my tongue,
surrounded by confidence and strength,
living life spontaneously and with the
knowledge that i will never be taken
advantage of again.
maybe, just maybe,
there is some sort of middle ground,
and maybe that is who i will become
peace and softness and happiness,
with paradoxical sharpness
and the promise of safety and
never once frowning at
my reflection again,
confidence and kindness
surging through my veins.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
