My Book Of Quotes and Poems

"January 29th"

Sometimes it is hard to describe the way you made me feel that day
Sometimes it is hard to characterize the pain
The pin prick feeling traveling through my spine
You said that it was supposed to make me feel alive
But why?

This constant sticky feeling,
Of being glued into place,
Your fingers down my face,
Tracing all over the place,
The arrogant smile plastered on your face,
Is a feeling that I hate,
The image that you create.

I hate that day,
The one where you made me feel invalid,
And this is not a beautiful, happy, ballad,
That you can sing.

Your voice makes me cringe,
And makes me not want to live,
With the images that swim from that day.

So thank you,
Thank you for making me live,
With images that flow like waterfalls out of my brain,
To make me terrified of the world today.

Because this image you created is not okay...

I think of the day January 29th,
Because it made me rethink my entire life,
From painting pictures of all of the happy things,
To images of war and terror and fright
To make me fear for my life
And make part of who I am to this day.

And I am strong.
I am valid,
I can sing all of the ballads that I want today,
Because an image is just a drawing,
That you can erase and start over again.