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Venga Feb 2021
no longer pushing my
presence

keeping myself for
me
Venga Feb 2021
i walked on the water
in the midst of a gloomy cloud

i walked only but a few steps
to my rock

my getaway and my peace

I sat there waiting for the storm surrounding
me
to pass by

it was beautiful

i often visit this place
Venga Jan 2021
the question we must come to ask ourselves is this


at the end of the day am i addicted to the victim role or am i actually a victim
Disclaimer: this is not to discredit victims or anything of that nature. this is my personal struggle to find the lines of am i just being a narcissist or is my pain valid. I’m not sure if i’m explaining that clearly. If you have any opinions please feel free to message me, don’t leave a mean comment. This is personal poetry.
Venga Jan 2021
you know what’s worse than killing yourself


failing at it
Venga Jan 2021
Th greatest tragedy

is that someone who has been loved
denies it
Venga Jan 2021
I picked up a photo from my childhood. It was of me and my sister. We were in our little jackets, smiling and giggling. We we’re definitely high off of sugar, always. I saw happiness and innocence in their faces, a type of radiance only kids carry because of their ignorance. They don’t see anything except their own little world. I wished I lived there again. Even for a day, to bask in the pride of my mother before she lost it because now she is only ever disappointed. To easily make friends minus the social anxiety. To walk confidently without wondering if I look too fat or chubby in my jeans, or if my ***** look saggy. To eat food carefree without a second thought. To play in the snow and not wonder if my hair will be ruined. To have a crush and think I actually have a chance. To dance my heart out as if I no one was watching.

These are the things I could go back to. The times people say to savor. The ignorance.
Venga Jan 2021
i read that book
about flowers and the moon
i don’t remember
but what i do remember is that
a lot of people don’t love me
their just insecure and see their
insecurities in me

and that



that made me feel more lonely than
ever before
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