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I got used to the saying, "It is societies fault." I got used to the saying, "It is the universes fault." I got used to saying these excuses. Every fall and twist that cracked my shell, I would scream and point at the excuse. The more and more I was pulled and tied, I would scream and point at the excuse. This is not my fault, I would say. This is theirs. Every insecurity that was tattooed onto my fragile skin, every rejection that was pinned on my forehead, and every mistake was a glowing neon sign on my back was not my fault I said. It was theirs. Little did I know that these excuses blurred my sight and the truth was lost in the pile of excuses. I lost count. I forgot who I was. I lost my ability to keep my head up. I forgot that I was strong. Little did I know that all these excuses were lies keeping me back from unveiling the truth. The truth was that it was not societies or the universes fault--It was mine. I gave power to the excuses that destroyed me. I let it control me. If I knew the truth ahead of time, I would have tried harder.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
This is not societies fault
I got used to the saying, "It is societies fault." I got used to the saying, "It is the universes fault." I got used to saying these excuses. Every fall and twist that cracked my shell, I would scream and point at the excuse. The more and more I was pulled and tied, I would scream and point at the excuse. This is not my fault, I would say. This is theirs. Every insecurity that was tattooed onto my fragile skin, every rejection that was pinned on my forehead, and every mistake was a glowing neon sign on my back was not my fault I said. It was theirs. Little did I know that these excuses blurred my sight and the truth was lost in the pile of excuses. I lost count. I forgot who I was. I lost my ability to keep my head up. I forgot that I was strong. Little did I know that all these excuses were lies keeping me back from unveiling the truth. The truth was that it was not societies or the universes fault--It was mine. I gave power to the excuses that destroyed me. I let it control me. If I knew the truth ahead of time, I would have tried harder.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
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