The Overthinking Addict

Standing Up..

"I am a closed box. I am a mystery. I'm a complex being. I'm the scary story parents told their kids each night to get their minds off the monster underneath the bed." Truth is, I've heard it all before. People hiding behind a lie they themselves created to keep the world out. Frantically fantasizing about being alone when deep inside they hate their own company. A new day and its a different façade going up. An extra wall, like a chain link fence but hoping that no one sees between those gaps. And it's silly. We expect the world to know what we want when we don't even know what we are. Far less to know what we want. Using the pain we have as a distraction from the calamity that's arising amidst the darkness that swallows us whole. And we allow it to consume us. We allow it to devour our beings because we hide under the rock of all negative emotions and be forcefully compressed into a mould of pure fucked up. You can't look at your killer in the mirror and give them the mask that hides them from the world. You expose them. You bleed in public. You face your fears. You tell the world "HERE I AM AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO SPEAK!" Destruction isn't just silence and slightly timid. It's also loud and assertive. Destroy what is out to destroy you. Don't give it the power to overcome you. And if you're ever being oppressed by your own thoughts, speak out. Do not give in, do not be a slave to your mind and accept the defeat that society wants you to. You were given a mouth, a platform, a voice. Pen and paper shall be your friend. Tell your story as if you're speaking about your acheivements. Own your failures before they own you and stop expecting people to tell you how to feel and then bitching about it if you're not willing to stand against the chaos.