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Zolayshia Apr 15
Puzzlement.
It's not like I'm confused or puzzled but like.
Have you ever just had that one person you warn and they don't listen and you just wonder why?
Then you sitting here confused while they're getting upset when something doesn't go their way.
Then they end up puzzled.
You knew it was going to happen, I told you this over and over again.
Yet again you ignored me and now this situation is about to blow up because YOU.
DON'T.
*******.
LISTEN.
I want a ******* break, I hate wasting my breath and you come to me confused and I try to be patient but I'm puzzled myself.
On why I'm still friends with you.
After all this time.
You mentally broke me.
I never wanted this to happen.
You dragged me in everything you do.
I never thought I was seen as a puppet.
Until you told me how you see me.
You're messy.
Can't pick which side.
You made me run away.
In complete.
Puzzlement.
Puzzlement..
Puzzlement....
I took an old draft and made it into this.
Zolayshia Apr 15
Love.
A dagger to my heart.
Words cannot describe how much I love you.
I would steal for you.
I would **** for you.
You said you loved me.
But you were always with her.
As you lay on the ground heart beating.
I finally felt how much you loved me even to the last beat.
Dagger in my hand.
Cherry blossom tree above us.
Covered in blood.
I lay down.
Blood dripping.
Slowly admiring the beauty of the tree.
Closing my eyes as my blood for my wrists makes a puddle into the water next to us.
You said you loved me and I never thought it was true.
I took your love with me as we finally rested.
I love you too.
It's a dark end don't read it if you don't want to be depressed.
Zolayshia Oct 2020
My mom always wanted perfection.
I wanted to be perfect but I couldn't.
No matter how I tried.
I couldn't ace it.
I got depressed.
I craved perfection.
I hate this part of my identity.
I want to be perfect.
I wanna be seen as perfection.
My mom hates me cause I'm not perfect.
I can't be myself no matter how much I try.
I grew up with this pain.
Now that I've grown up.
I'm gonna be myself and not care about other people's opinions.
So my question is was perfection another barrier for my mother?
Why couldn't she love me for me?
Does she hate me that much?
Those are questions she won't answer til this day.
I was thinking about my past and how I overcame it when I wrote this.
Zolayshia Oct 2020
The world's end
The world's end is near.
That is very clear.
It's like a blackness or darkness ******* me in and I enjoy every piece of it.
It's very comforting.
I see the fire.
The burning flames.
The chaos.
Everything turning to ashes.
It's not pretty.
The grass is dying and now is a black pond of dirt.
The echos of people dying is overwhelming and I sit down and look around.
The orange sky hitting my eyes with a passion.
It's not a good thing.
The roses dying slowly.
The crowd gasping for air.
The world's end is finally here.
And I'm here to witness it.
I did this poem
Zolayshia Oct 2020
Obedience
The word makes my mouth feel weird.
What is it there for.
It is it really there to help with discipline.
Or is it there to make you a tool for society.
Is to maintain you from being yourself.
Or does it suppose to balance it out.
I don't know at this point.
While I was a kid, obedience made me a toy to society.
and held me back from myself.
I grew up resenting everyone who could be themselves wishing I was free.
But finally I have that freedom I crave.
Obedience.
What is it for?
I created this poem from thinking the word obedience and this is exactly how I feel about it

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