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Jellyfish Dec 2023
The way you perceive me,
is different from how I perceive you.
You were always my best friend forever
But to you I was just a fill-in to use.

The hardest part about accepting this
Was due to all of your contradictions.
You can't tell me you faked who you were
Then say you still want to live together

You can't say you see me like a sister
But have never been your true self with me.
I lived feeling your feelings for years,
Comforting and entrusting someone  who saw me as a shattered mirror.

It doesn't bring up anger for me anymore,
But sadness and grief is always outside my door.
The most painful thing I have ever felt in my life, Is learning that perception can cause so much strife.
I still want the best for you but it ***** that you lied to me and made me feel like we were something that you obviously never felt we were.
the dead bird Jun 2016
outgoing?
I'd say outspoken
never been arbitrary
or overbearing-
just vocal

my passion runs deep
and pours out
excited
overflowing
when it finds
another soul to share it with

the energy
others direct towards me
I absorb
and like a mirror
reflect it back towards them

the energy
that rests inside me
is like water
waiting
for an outside force
to heat me up
excite
my molecules
or
to cool me down
mellow
the chaos inside me
making me stable
making me solid

if being an extrovert
makes me
popular and
domineering,
a fun-loving,
party animal
who lacks introspection,

tell me why
I always choose
to isolate myself

why
my few friends I do have
I keep at a distance
except when I force myself
to enjoy their company
once or twice
in a year

why
I am easily talked over
my words drowned out
ignored
like background noise
my input
apbrubtly halted
as others drive over it
making it no more
than the dust
their tires kick up
why I let them
talk over me
rather than raise my voice

why I would rather
read in solitude
than go to a party
or play a video game
rather than socialize
why
would I choose
to ponder existence
over
existing with others

extroverted
means I get my energy
from external events
rather than the internal

I am not a synonym
for gregariousness
clearly venting angrilly through prose
Alanna Hoeveler Apr 2016
here's to the dreamers, to the ones who believe
to the ones who understand,
who look at and perceive

here's to the artists, to the ones who create
to the ones who invent
who still patiently wait

here's to the poets, to the ones who imagine
to the ones who are different
who try to take action

here's to the authors, to the ones who portray
to the ones who tell stories
who discover the day

here's to the dreamers, to the ones who can see
to the ones with compassion
to the ones who believe

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