The in-between is a dark place.
You sit
In silence
Alone
Wondering what's next.
Stay inside, listen to your mind-
Play it's broken record on repeat.
Don't let anyone see
The real me
Don't show a sign of weakness.
Bottle it up
Throw it out to sea
And hope nobody sees how the in-between-
is slowly killing me.
You can walk.
You can run.
You can hide.
You can make fun.
You can try to be happy.
You can lie.
You can cheat.
You can hurt others,
But all leads to your defeat.
You can breathe.
You can scream.
But you can't escape the in-between.
Your life is a smudged mark on a canvas.
Your words are a forgotten language.
Your heart is shattered glass that has been scattered and been repurposed.
Your worth is that of dirt.
Your mind is a hurricane.... blowing....you
away.
Friends are the family you choose they say.
But what if you never want to compare your friends to family-
they're better than that.
And what if neither see
The swirling sea, of thoughts behind your eyes.
You can smile, have your hair done nice,
but still be dying inside.
You can laugh, and meet up while the sun shines,
but still have tears behind your eyes.
You can still have doubts in your mind.
You can still be stuck in the in-between that continues to mess up your mind.
You can still think that if anyone knew the real you, in the in-between,
They'd run
And
Not
Come
Back.
-sierra
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The Messed Up Mind Of Me
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