My Inner Turmoil

My Inner Turmoil

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This started out as a midnight rant. I couldn't sleep, and when I can't sleep I usually type my thoughts into my phone. Specifically the thoughts that are keeping my up. This poem is for teens who are struggling with finding themselves. I know how hard it is to be yourself in the American society of today. I understand your pain, and I decided to turn my midnight rant into a story to help my piers. A poem that will hopefully help young teens, or even older teens, on their journey to adulthood. Or at least on their journey to find themselves. Their true self. I hope you dudes and dudettes enjoy this... poem?...story? I'll call it a narrative poem. I do not condone hateful comments, but I embrace and enforce constructive criticism and positive comments. !Enjoy! Peace ✌
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This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.

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