you were a prisoner of your own thoughts,
and i visited your cell far too often

she never liked the others
the ones that always talked
but never walked

she looks in the mirror sometimes
and knows she can be like them on certain days

she still doesn't like them

not even the ones who walk a little

but when she goes home at night
with no one else around
she feels lonely and wonders what the others are doing

I realized I had been chasing a fantasy my entire life;
that what I had wanted more than anything, was not real.

Immediately,

shock subsided as the intense sensations of stomach movements prevailed...

What kind of world is this?

What kind of place are we living in,
where { we can imagine what is perfect to us,
but never obtain it } ?

I am broken from defeat.
I am ready for the next world.

& from the flames she rose,
as she looked down at her toes
and saw the dirt beneath,
where all the plants would grow

Why am I so in love with the wounded?

Is that you...
Is that you too?
Do you know how I feel?

Please reply.

you can't drift by
but you can sift my mind

you can't lift anything -
not even yourself; why?

a down-tempo mystery
who once said "i love you"

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you saw the good in me
that's hiding inside you

maybe i love you
because i see the bad in you
that's hiding in me

what does it all mean?
we don't die...

You can choose to listen & react to the negativity, or you can just live freely and wait for them to see that they were wrong.
Actions are always louder than reactions.