Blatant Mockery,
Don't pass me by.
Cruel objectivity.
Did you give me a chance?
Why was I written off?
Was I noticeably different or did I put myself in those situations because as much as I tried faking everyone else's idea of 'Normal' became exhausting.
So That doesn't matter anymore
I will never forget,
taught me so many lessons.
Yet your own inadequacies keep piling up in front of me.
Nothing wrong with looking up to people...
Just ensure they're actually worth raising your neck.
This is not hate, revenge, or rejection.
This is to acknowledge the fact that you once helped me feel alone, lost, unloved, unworthy, unintelligible, broken.
Like every day a little bit of my heart would dissolve until eventually... nothing left.
I stopped existing.
This is to say I forgive you, but I have not forgotten.
Nor will I.
My existence has been jumpstarted.
Find myself in the middle of everything.
Good people keep happening
Restore Faith
Being Filled
No longer alone
No longer empty.
Things begin to flow when you don't worry.
Keep busy, distract your mind,
busy adds to worry.
Delicate.
Balance.
So I've moved on.
No dark shadow,
No more living a vague version of My Truth.
No more outside control.
So these walls are coming down,
My eyes burn from the sun,
My jaw aches from this endless smile
It's getting easier.
I am Me.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
Blatant Mockery,
Don't pass me by.
Cruel objectivity.
Did you give me a chance?
Why was I written off?
Was I noticeably different or did I put myself in those situations because as much as I tried faking everyone else's idea of 'Normal' became exhausting.
So That doesn't matter anymore
I will never forget,
taught me so many lessons.
Yet your own inadequacies keep piling up in front of me.
Nothing wrong with looking up to people...
Just ensure they're actually worth raising your neck.
This is not hate, revenge, or rejection.
This is to acknowledge the fact that you once helped me feel alone, lost, unloved, unworthy, unintelligible, broken.
Like every day a little bit of my heart would dissolve until eventually... nothing left.
I stopped existing.
This is to say I forgive you, but I have not forgotten.
Nor will I.
My existence has been jumpstarted.
Find myself in the middle of everything.
Good people keep happening
Restore Faith
Being Filled
No longer alone
No longer empty.
Things begin to flow when you don't worry.
Keep busy, distract your mind,
busy adds to worry.
Delicate.
Balance.
So I've moved on.
No dark shadow,
No more living a vague version of My Truth.
No more outside control.
So these walls are coming down,
My eyes burn from the sun,
My jaw aches from this endless smile
It's getting easier.
I am Me.
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