Poetry

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I remember now why I'm afraid of my smile

Why I used to run from the dark

Why I stamped out my spark

I had felt dead for years and didn't know why

Searching through tampered memories that had been blurred and deleted

Wondering why I felt so defeated

I felt so fake, artificial

As if I let the people around me sculpt my personality

As if I hadn't an ounce of clarity

I never would have found myself if not for the triggering words of hurt

Only the stabbing betrayal from a word knife

Only that one thing could bring me back to life

I got my wish and started feeling again

But I forgot how dark my true sole really is

But I forgot how much locked up emotion that there is

I regained the feeling of how frail this body is in comparison

How it doesn't quite fit

How my mind is to big for it

I regained myself, but at a price

Now one day I'll have to hold the knife

Now one day I'll be forced to end a life