6 hours ago

You're hiding who you are
and I hope you realize
that once you show everyone
the real you, they will love you
even more.

#friends   #fake   #friendship   #real   #hiding   #you   #old  
Talia Grace
Talia Grace
2 days ago

When you first see me
You'll probably just see Beast
The one that terrifies everyone
Chasing them into the sunset
And trying to give the sky its red colour

The ones who stand still
Ans usually safe
The ones who see past, see The Protagonist
The one who'e scared of her own counterpart

Like walking down a dark street on the wrong side of town
The Protagonist's spine shivers
Warning her of the dangers to come
Reminding her of the THING about to attack
But by the time she acts
It's too late

Beast is here
Taking over her very being
Beast doesn't struggle to take over
Like a light switch, The Protagonist is gone...
The monster under her bed now finding a home in her thoughts

Hide, run, do something!
Or just let it take over...
Maybe life will be better, or safer
Let go...
Welcome it for the monster it is
It'll be FUN
Don't worry
It can't hurt you
It'll protect you from yourself

Talia Grace
Talia Grace
7 days ago

”Did I scare you today?”
“A bit yeah, reminded me of my dad when he has outbursts”

Let me introduce myself, my name is Beast

I terrify people by simply looking at them most days
The reason for that, I don’t know…
I’m 5’8” with a medium build
Nothing that should be feared

She says she can hear ticking in her head
Like a metronome set years ago that’ll never die
But I feel like that ticking is her hearing my inner count down
The countdown to the day I give up again

Little does she know that she is half the reason I haven’t left
The other being the only person I haven’t scared yet

She fights for me
I never understood why, it’s not like I keep her alive

She teared up today…
I raised my voice to the point that it filled the vehical
Almost making me think of jumping out the window

Control yourself
Don’t let Beast shine through who you are
Keep her buried under piles of burnt paper
A layer of poems I burnt to keep hidden from their eyes

I saw your tears darling, don’t pretend they weren’t there
You acted strong but I could tell I’d just torn you down

Why do you stay?
You’ve seen what happens

Oh darling… I fear that this is just the beginning
Of a time where everyone leaves me again

Run... while you still can
#hiding   #sorry   #saveme   #delta  

I've always hated watching the people I love suffer
Like watching paint dry I knew what the result would be, and I just couldn't bear to watch it
Sometimes I'd try to cheer them up
Run my fingers through their hair or place a kiss on their head
But it's never enough

I've always hated watching the people I love go through painful times
It's like watching someone die slowly and knowing... There's nothing you can do
Every time you try to help it seems you push them further
Like they're running from you, because you're the problem

I've always hated watching the people I love care about me
Because I always feel like I can never fully return every thing they deserve to them
Like holding a hug for too long or watching as clouds roll over a perfectly sunny day
Knowing that there's rain on its way in but no one will notice until it's too late

I've always hated watching the people I love suffer
Because I feel like I'm the reason it all began
And the only way for them to be happy
Is for me to say goodbye

I'm sorry... For everything
#love   #friends   #hiding   #family   #lifeless  

I haven’t slept in 2 years. I haven’t eaten in 5, I’m not lying.

People lie everyday. “Little white lies” we call them. They mean nothing at all. It won’t hurt anybody. What could possibly happen if I told a lie?

Some people are bad liars, and some lies are just bad.

I’m not a bad liar. But people just don’t believe me when I say anything. Everything I say becomes a lie in another person’s ears, they won’t listen.

So if I tell bad lies on purpose will anybody notice? I’ll mix up the truth with bad lies and see if people can tell the difference.

I’ve never broken a bone, I’ve never been drunk, I’ve never forgotten a birthday. Do you know which statement is true? And which one was the lie?

I’ve been sick for 10 years, my IV is made of tears, my cereal tastes like regret, I’m not lying.

I’ve forgotten my own name, I forgot where I came from, I left my consciousness on the bus. I’m not lying.

It’s very easy to ignore an obvious lie, when you know the truth. But I’m not lying…

My heart is broken, my dignity stolen, and my future is no more. I’m not lying.

My friends are gone, along with my dad and mom, my sibling disappeared. I’m not lying.

My chest hurts, my ribs are shattered, and as for me. Well, there’s not a lot of me left. I’m not lying.

I can’t stop myself from constantly running away from the truth, lies are just so much easier to tell.

They say the truth sets you free…
Ok… Let’s try again.

The poem is filled with lies, some of them easier to say than others. But I want to start telling the truth now.

I want to start this poem over. I want to be better than this. I know I’m better than this… And maybe you can hear it in my voice. But I promise. I’m not lying…

Right now, I am the most honest I've ever been.
#truth   #hiding   #lying   #coward   #speakup  

I tell you bout my trips and everything I’ve seen
about my laughter and what I’ve learned but
I’m afraid to tell you that I feel like I’m losing myself again
that stopping my medication was the wrong decision
like I am trapped in this opportunity, can't get out and can't go home
I don't tell you about being filled with regret
that my flashbacks hurt more than I expected
That I lost my safe place and I feel abandoned

You dig yoga today and I travelled some more
I laughed a little, and took a nap
you're seeing your friend tomorrow
I know what you are doing
but how are you doing

Given time but not the means
Rhyme but not the schemes
Will but not the way
Minute but not the day
Bite but not the meal
Card but not the deal
Heart but not the hope
Chair but not the rope
Friends but not the fun
Bullet slides in the gun
Aim is to my head
The goal is to be dead

Obama was the nicest guy - Intelligent and cool.
Comparatively speaking, his successor plays the fool.
Ridiculous and baseless tweets, The Donald can't avoid.
His recent missives indicate he's turning paranoid.

Barack Obama seems to be Trump's ongoing obsession.
Obama saved the U.S.A. from Bush-induced recession.
The Donald hates Barack's success and can't leave it alone,
and Trump, now "off the rails", claims Obama bugged his phone!

Trump's offered no supporting facts for his emphatic claim.
No warrants from the F.B.I. or C.I.A. to blame.
Perhaps he thinks Barack Obama has a super-power
that lets him fly high in the sky to break into Trump Tower.

So, do you wonder, Donald Trump, just where Barack is now?
Is he there behind the curtains? Is he in the walls somehow?
Is he watching from the ceiling? Is he in the chandelier?
Is he in your 15th closet? Do these thoughts fill you with fear?

Is he down at Mar-a-Lago, in the old groundskeeper's shed?
Is he disguised just like Melania, right there in your bed?
The truth may be much worse than that! Does it fill you with dread,
to realize Barack is living... deep inside your head?

You can also see this and my other Trump poems at:
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Written March 11, 2017
#fear   #hiding   #paranoia   #obama   #spy   #paranoid   #donald   #wiretap   #trump   #barack  

I've become so convincing in the role of myself,
I'm starting to believe it's actually me.

I'm very good at pretending to be happy
But somehow you know I'm sad
When no one else does

My heart is very broken inside me
But somehow you mended it
When no one else could

I'm easily tired of this world and its people
But somehow you make me smile
When no one else can

I'm very good at hide and seek
But somehow you found me
When no one else did

#love   #hiding   #found  
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