When one’s insults hits a person’s head,
It confuses its flaws with weakness
It hurries to hide them
Ashamed of your dreams,
You let them float to the back of your mind
Your only goal,
To keep yourself hidden
But what does that make you?
What use is it when you,
Foolishly remove everything except the flaws
That shine through once a day?
Should you really let yourself
Be determined by the words of others?

Inside, I feel like I’m in a cocoon
Beautiful, exemplary tapestries
Marked on the walls.
But these tapestries were not everything.
No, curiosity won out
I wanted out.
And so I began to wail
While my ****** hands broke through
The comforting, childish walls of the cocoon
All the tapestries broken in pieces
No more beauty.
Now a crack in the cocoon,
Water comes rushing in
I tread it the best I can
While holding onto the pieces of tapestry
Depicting the tranquility of the world
Oh so dearly
As I continue to wail,
And barely keep my nose above
The pressuring waves.
While the tapestries disintegrate
The cold, harsh water floods my eyes
It burns
But I use my remaining strength to weakly swim over to the crack in my cocoon.
And use my ****** hands to shove it closed
Then immediately, the water is gone.
Tapestries start to appear on the walls again
And so I wait in comfort
The blood on my hands gone
Until curiosity
Strikes again.

Looked into the mirror
I don’t just see me
But the haunting memories
That take a huge part
In everything I do
I see the grief
Of not just me
But the many
That weigh me down
More than 100 pounds
However
Past all the darkest thoughts
Is the vivid happiness
A step away from disappearing into
Obscurity.
To drown in your own mind
Is more suffocating,
Than anything

Was it worth it?
Did it matter?

“No”

Your meaning to say, it was all for nothing..?

“..”

Hm?

“Nothing, such a wide and subjective term.”

?

“Without taking a chance, aren’t we nothing?”

..

“Hm?”