When you've been through a hailstorm of events with outcomes that are beyond predictability. knowing when you've been let down becomes almost impossible. When letting down has been a norm,the fear of being betrayed never crosses your peripheral.
It was my mistake. Being this way.
Not expecting pain.
Thinking the mansion I've built around me would never break me,
Thinking nothing could hurt me through these walls I've spent my days building.
Getting myself ready for sticks and stones,
Wearing my mantle like I was bullet proof,
Never made me realize the possibility of dying a few hundred times a day was an outcome that words could deliver and actions could execute.
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Early Life crisis
PoetryA bunch of poem-ish writings. basically my coping mechanism.
