"Speak up." my inner me says.
Again and again , i swallowed the real me down to the depths of my core. Inner me never shuts up when it has to. Smile , just smile. even if it hurts, does it matter what i think? no.
"yes" inner me states.
My lips quiver, my heart beat ringing in every breathe that i take. All of my nerves threatening to burst through my wondering eyes. The judging faces , always too good for anyone to change. "where's your confidence" inner me groans.
lost.
"well not completely" it whispers. I caged it in , as much as i could . The spiral of longing cries , pushes its way up my throat . Like a bubble full of broken glass , being cautious only meant to be quite.
"Not necessarily " it snorts.
how come it has more power than i do ? i turn completely away from my reflection. Seeming a bit disgusted by what i put myself through. i deserve better . i'm worth more than what i get. and what i get is not enough.
We live in an atmosphere filled up to its last measure of insecurities. The demons of fallen soldiers haunt us back at what we couldn't overcome. at What we couldn't become. Painted pictures through black and white bring out the worst of shades in a lens of hatred and crime. Groups of melodic masks fall apart to the symphonies of societies broken rules. Who am i to bring out the light in me? The electricity of growth is long overdue, the bills pile up into screams of wasted , forgotten time.
"so speak up" it repeats.
But what do you know ? you don't see, you don't have to face anything. Suggested thoughts through a brainless soul, should not be said unless told to. Much more happier than the one that is shown outside.
"get to the point" it yawns.
You don't understand. you never have and never will .
"But your so pretty" it states.
I know i am, but just like a cake , it looks good, but there is so much more happening on the inside. Respect is given when earned . Earned in a cluster of coins and words spoken through a venom of lies . Illusions made to play with the personality of hope and bright colored goals. Dumbfounded in a hypnotizing scent of life's unreachable standards.
"This the problem, you overthink too much. its not going to get you anywhere, that's why your where your at now, live life to the fullest . Who cares about whats' said , how could you let the voices of others take over your own?" Inner me comes up again . peeping in the hole at the edge of my lips. The battle only continues between myself and i.
"it doesn't have to be like this ,please work with me" it cries .
Fine , but only if we start out small . Let's bring out everything we've got.
"Well.... Whats the first thing your going to do?" it questions.
Speak up.
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so quick note, i think i'm going to make these stories really short.
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