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 Feb 2018
Angelica
I guess I'm still learning

To talk to people and let things out
To let go of insecurities and all this doubt

I guess I'm still learning

That life isn't always your friend
This ancient damnation can actually be a fiend

I guess I'm still learning

That this Is just a hurdle that I need to climb
And this too shall pass but just in due time

I guess I'm still learning

To go easy on myself
To understand that one needs not to be ******* oneself
That one needeth not to hate on thyself


I guess I'm still learning

To fight the war in my mind
Even when i really struggle to find
The courage inside
That helps me unbind
From this poor quarantined and pathetic state of mind
That makes me believe that I am undefined
When in fact I am the mastermind
Of my own subconscious mind

LilLaeta
 Feb 2018
Angelica
And it all finally made sense
Why they had tried so hard to take down her fence
And get rid of her defense

Because once she stopped running
She could finally begin overcoming
The demons inside her that had been oh so cunning

All the crying, and internal dying
Finally distant memories
Gone for more than centuries
Making room for her delivery
With the help of A familiar strangers chivalry

In this moment she knew
It was time for her breakthrough

And so the, oh so troubledchild
And her emotions reconciled
And then she wiped her tears and smiled
 Feb 2018
Angelica
She never stopped crying
She felt like she was dying
She wore her scars on her back
And Carried her problems like a backpack
She didn't know how great she could grow up to be
She didn't know if she wanted to wait long enough to see
She was ready to give in
Shoulders slouched and a low chin
She didn't think they really cared
About all that was left unsaid
They called out to her
But it was all just a blur
But after calling and calling,
She Almost found herself falling
Until she was caught by a familiar face
And suddenly the world became such a beautiful place

-LilLaeta
 Feb 2018
Angelica
What do I do with this blank space
I always have something to say
But today that's not the case

What do I do with empty page
Maybe I can use it to get out of this cage
Maybe I can use it to escape this rage

What shall I do with this unwritten story
Maybe I can write words that will help them speak of my glory
Maybe my words will go down in  herstory

What do I do with this bare canvas
Maybe it can bring joy and stop me from being anxious
And maybe it will get rid of all this worldly madness

What do I do on this earth that's not my home
Acquire a defiant syndrome
Or stay hidden under a dome
Forever alone?

The day of my freedom, clearly unknown
First Poem in a Collection titled Finding My Fading Self

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