Megan Rae

Megan Rae Oct 2016

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My happiness is a mask slapped on for when i'm faced with others,
my sadness is a midnight friend.

My battles with myself leave more wounds than the previous morning,
and i've ran out of supplies for my injuries.

Fear.
Anger.
Sadness.
Confusion.
Loneliness.

The late night drugs that get slipped in with my drink.
Sticking with me for the rest of the day,
like a nasty hangover.
Only to have the process repeated.

it's a terrible thing to lie about your emotions,
not only because it takes more energy than your battery can handle.
But because when you really need someone,
no one will be there because they think you're okay.

m.h.

#depression #lonely #sadness #emotions

Megan Rae Feb 2016

Caterpillar

I'm fat.
I'm weird.
I'm annoying.
I'm not pretty.
I'm crazy.
I'm obsessive.
I'm a chatter-box.

I've stolen things.
I lie.
I've lied to my parents.
I've lied to my friends.
I've lied about myself.
I've lied to myself.

I'm pathetic.

I wish that I could be a butterfly,
just pop into a little cocoon and transform.
And come out a brand new creation.

The old me tossed into a recycling bin,
and changed into something better.

Maybe...
One Day.

Think about it.
No one really like caterpillars.

They're fat and fuzzy.. like me.

But....
What if I'm already a butterfly?

Maybe I'm still in my caterpillar form,
waiting for the right time to change,
But I'll change!

I won't be a leftover.
And I won't be forgotten.

People will really see me for once,
and I won't be ghosting through crowds.

But until that day...
I have to accept me, for me.

This is how I feel, and it's an edited version of a poem I wrote a few years back.

#butterfly #change #selfesteem #caterpillar

Megan Rae Feb 2016

Dandelion

Why are you so accepted as you are?
You are a ****, no?
Something that becomes a tyrant to the other plants around it.
Yet when you pop up in yards,
Kids come to pick you for their mother.
They smile at your beauty,
And make wishes when your petals are gone.

I will not lie,
I have also been fooled by your looks.
The bight sunny yellow,
And the small petals.
Why though?
People pick you for your looks,
Not for what you really are.
They pluck you from the earth,
And put you in water for the centerpiece
At the dinner table.
They don't do it to keep you from destroying the other plants around it.
To keep you from hurting things.

Society... is funny, huh?
Only ever caring about the beauty of something, instead if what lies beneath it.

I was trying to put a twist on dandelions and the real world.

#society #beauty #dandelion

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