That got your attention
Didn't it?
Even though I am a stranger
Who couldn't possibly know it to be true
And worth is subjective
Arbitrary
Those who know you would disagree
And point out your merits
And you would weigh yourself
To realise that not all parts are equal
Who am I to say such things?

And yet you take the time to read it
Reread, incase you misread
In reading you contemplate it's truth
You are my puppet, and me your puppeteer
How could you be such a sheep!

Why are you amused?
Why does insult carry more meaning than praise?

It's easy to hurt.
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words can make you think you deserved it.
We are social beings and so
We look for validation
But insult stands out
It leaves a branded mark in our brains
And so we spotlight it
Unfairly
Unjustly

It's easy to be sad.
But it's fulfilling to be happy.
Being positive is hard
But it's worth it in the end.

How could I possibly know?
I couldn't.
But I do.
And soon you will too.

What are you doing now?





You are reading!

Now you are smiling.

I am constantly misread.
By the way I speak,
The words I write,
And the actions I do.
Everything is analyzed in such a way, today
That there is no way around it.
We are criticized,
Yelled at,
Belittled,
Because of words we did not say.
But for the interpretations people take from our
Words we speak,
Words we write,
And actions we do.
Life was simple back then
When I wasn’t constantly misread.

I feel like I’m alone in a library with no guide,
the silence pressing in,
the words on the pages a reminder
that I can’t connect to anything.
The book I’m reading is losing its meaning,
the plot unraveling
with each sentence I try to understand.
And I wonder,
if I keep reading,
will the ending ever come?
Or is this story one
that doesn’t have a finish,
one that leaves me lost in its endless chapters?

That girl in the mirror is beautiful
Confidence worn like a crown on her head
But once I remember that girl is me
I think she's ugly again

I wish I could say beautiful things, but I can't
only bitterness
drips
from these
cracked lips
and drops into your warm sweet mouth
in the form  of  a "kiss"
like black ink it expands
into all spaces it can
leaving you rather breathless
in a horrible self doubting kind of way

I wish I could say beautiful things, but I can't
beauty only escapes from where it exists
I've been searching for years now
I've been wanting to create it
but never known how
it is too dark to see
into the depths of me
into the black hole that is I
why do I feel the need to make you cry
so much of the time.

I wish I could say beautiful things, but I can't .
if I could,
I'd tell you how you shake me
and have opportunities to break me
yet you don't
I'd tell you I wish I knew how to love,
I wish I had the ability to hug,
the way you do
through
and
through
and
through.
I yearn to do
so much more for you

I wish I could say beautiful things, but i can't.
because you are the only beautiful thing
about me.