Falling
indomitable,
but so naive;
They told me that they wanted the best for me,
they asked me to believe them,
so I did.
Seraphic voices
taught me I’d be nothing without them
only a blank page,
only a waste of space
So I swallowed my pride
and accepted what I was taught to believe
the voices in my head were relentless
Ambitious as ever,
I raised my voice
but they were quick to hush me
I was told to follow,
to step down from my pedestal;
No one likes raw, uncensored words,
So I did as I was taught.
Escape
Beatific at first
but now so warped,
distorted
blurry figures in my peripheral vision
threatening to leave when I needed them most;
My precious voices
I held on
oh, so dearly
the creator of my own catastrophe,
I built my own cage.
Blissful with them
Miserable without;
Despised for my piousness,
I set myself on fire
for their comic relief.
Struggling to breathe
I was told I could have the world
but not the truth,
never the truth;
There is no escape.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
Falling
indomitable,
but so naive;
They told me that they wanted the best for me,
they asked me to believe them,
so I did.
Seraphic voices
taught me I’d be nothing without them
only a blank page,
only a waste of space
So I swallowed my pride
and accepted what I was taught to believe
the voices in my head were relentless
Ambitious as ever,
I raised my voice
but they were quick to hush me
I was told to follow,
to step down from my pedestal;
No one likes raw, uncensored words,
So I did as I was taught.
Escape
Beatific at first
but now so warped,
distorted
blurry figures in my peripheral vision
threatening to leave when I needed them most;
My precious voices
I held on
oh, so dearly
the creator of my own catastrophe,
I built my own cage.
Blissful with them
Miserable without;
Despised for my piousness,
I set myself on fire
for their comic relief.
Struggling to breathe
I was told I could have the world
but not the truth,
never the truth;
There is no escape.
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