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Disappointed. The only word ripping through my thoughts Never Enough Always reaching for someone else Trying to change me Trying to change my everything and I comply. but it is still not enough Expectations grow as i change Making happiness impossible...well their happiness They are breaking me...emotionally, mentally I whither away. Hardly any of me shows through anymore Careful no to let them see my weakness For surely this is a fault as well... Just another to add to the list of imperfections I put on the mask The smiling one that I know too well. Of the pretty and happy girl in her perfect smiling world Behind it I weep and sob I am broken. All truth i knew about myself is being crushed Suspicion and mistrust enter their minds when I speak. And I sit pouring over my thoughts Attempting to make amends which just provide more ammunition for them. But in the back of my soiled mind I know they are right not to trust. I am poison A toxic mind and deceitful soul the good that was there, at one time, is gone. Or perhaps out of view? or Reach? It must be there I pray that it is. If not, I may as well be gone... yes. Perhaps that will be better
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
The Broken
Disappointed. The only word ripping through my thoughts Never Enough Always reaching for someone else Trying to change me Trying to change my everything and I comply. but it is still not enough Expectations grow as i change Making happiness impossible...well their happiness They are breaking me...emotionally, mentally I whither away. Hardly any of me shows through anymore Careful no to let them see my weakness For surely this is a fault as well... Just another to add to the list of imperfections I put on the mask The smiling one that I know too well. Of the pretty and happy girl in her perfect smiling world Behind it I weep and sob I am broken. All truth i knew about myself is being crushed Suspicion and mistrust enter their minds when I speak. And I sit pouring over my thoughts Attempting to make amends which just provide more ammunition for them. But in the back of my soiled mind I know they are right not to trust. I am poison A toxic mind and deceitful soul the good that was there, at one time, is gone. Or perhaps out of view? or Reach? It must be there I pray that it is. If not, I may as well be gone... yes. Perhaps that will be better
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emilia-noname
Filipino
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
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