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Self-breed hatred so easily suppressed Taunted by the world, it’s waiting to explode No, there’s no true taste, we’re only meandering Listening to the menacing roar begging To be given breath to materialize Subtle commentary begins to eat at the flesh of self-belief Identity crises momentarily paralyze audacity’s ammunition True sights of self-aesthetic-beauty tremble Diminishing that part of self-worth Looming attacks threaten to pour over and reduce The value of internal splendor for it’s seemingly of no use Every praise never given to the self but to someone else A constant crack at the foundation of self-love, it subconsciously ensures She and she and she and she are said to be wonderful, but never the self Realization that from any angle the self is not good enough Leaves the mind discombobulated for lifelong sentiments of inadequacy Seems to be the only route Unconscious self denigration provokes false sense of value For the true inner wealth in self-worth is sullied and unidentifiable But the self is not merely self-loath and harboring of inadequacy For goodness in abundance is found a few peals away from the layers of insecurity
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Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
The Self
Self-breed hatred so easily suppressed Taunted by the world, it’s waiting to explode No, there’s no true taste, we’re only meandering Listening to the menacing roar begging To be given breath to materialize Subtle commentary begins to eat at the flesh of self-belief Identity crises momentarily paralyze audacity’s ammunition True sights of self-aesthetic-beauty tremble Diminishing that part of self-worth Looming attacks threaten to pour over and reduce The value of internal splendor for it’s seemingly of no use Every praise never given to the self but to someone else A constant crack at the foundation of self-love, it subconsciously ensures She and she and she and she are said to be wonderful, but never the self Realization that from any angle the self is not good enough Leaves the mind discombobulated for lifelong sentiments of inadequacy Seems to be the only route Unconscious self denigration provokes false sense of value For the true inner wealth in self-worth is sullied and unidentifiable But the self is not merely self-loath and harboring of inadequacy For goodness in abundance is found a few peals away from the layers of insecurity
March 6, 2011
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emanuel-martinez
Mexican
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
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