Tainted Sensitivity

Drowning in old sorrow Yet ignoring the extended hands Utterly selfish to dare expose vulnerability A deep rooted want to become a- part of the bleak sky But, truthfully known the earth- would be a final resting place Why does one chose the walkway- that caresses a personal netherworld? Each portion of forced effort falls short Especially in the eyes of the inner perfectionist My closest friend is a crippling emotion It sends consistent reminders- in my dreams- of my broken aspirations. Nightmares are a lingering- background in my head Why must detest my own blood? For it is brimming with the corruption of loathing. The engraved disappointment- I grew to be- Is even repulsed by the soul within. *Plaster a grin and keep it all in.*

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