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Ang Nov 2016
Every time I build my self up, it goes to hell.
I build my self up just to be shattered again.
It has become natural to just be strong; to bite my lip and stare into space.
I can identify my emotions but I have become so accustomed to hiding them that it is hard to express them.
Not hard as in I do not know how to express them,
but hard as in it is difficult to show any sign of weakness or vulnerability when that is exactly what I trained myself not to do.  
It is as if I am a rag doll.
I feel limp.
I know exactly what I am feeling but I am limp because in order to not show weakness, I had to let myself feel limp to prevent showing any emotion, therefore  not allowing vulnerability and weakness to be revealed.
So I guess I am a rag doll.
And once you become a rag doll, it is incredibly hard to go back.
Ang Oct 2016
feeling so small;
drowning in a crowd, silent cries for help ignored.
lonely and invisible.
carrying around a tiny bit of worth in such an exclusive world,
and constantly trying to fit in
keeping a big, powerful voice quiet eats away the confidence.
false smiles cover tired souls.

...in a world of normality one does not even in their wildest dreams consider breaking free from this perfect prison.
Ang Oct 2016
love is hard
love is mean
things are not how they seem

behind the scenes
there is no in between:
silence or anger
anger towards me

shots fired
so sick and tired

tears shed
hanging on by a thread
words are said
there is never an end

closed doors
=war zones

a little girl
wanting no more

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