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kathryntheperson Sep 2020
I’m confused
I don’t know how to be happy
was I happier fat?
Or am I happier skinny?
I can’t tell the difference
it’s all the same
it doesn’t matter what I look like
the pain will stick to my hip
through thick and thin.
literally.
Is it my body? Is it my clothes?  
or the way I don’t like the rounded curve of my nose?
no.
it’s none of those.
-elixir- Sep 2020
My smile was my flight,
while it was your fright.
The year of ambitions piled on,
as you prayed it begone.
My foundations of hope,
was beyond your tiny scope.
My soul and mind that governed me,
was the threat to your state of monarchy.
The steps I took for higher success,
made your mind filled with abscess.
The thought of my mind's own executions
was beyond the apparent permissions.
The sky's a limitless flight,
unlike your pitiable plight.
I have risen from your filth,
and left you with your myth.
I hope you grow out wings,
and fly away from your strings
of insecurities that taint your soul,
that once to me you sold.
FLY AWAY
The mirror is my enemy
The razor blade is my friend
My room is my hiding spot
My mind is my happiness

My figure is not all that great like hers
But, you have never made it great anyway
My eyes are not small and brown like hers
But, you have never made it great anyway

I really need your attention but she gets it all
I guess am not light skin like her
I guess am not pretty like her
I guess am not slim and slender like her

My reflection is my enemy
The cuts on my skin is my friend
My bed is my closure
My thinking is my fairy tale

My beauty is no more.
But, you have never made it great anyway
My shape is not to your liking
I could tell how you compliment others
But, you have never made it great anyway
I really need your attention but she gets it all
I guess am not light skin like her
I guess am not pretty like her
I guess am not slim and slender like her

Me is my own enemy
The scars on my skin is what remind me of who I am
My sheet is my comfort.
My emotions are my god.

THE END
lk ode Aug 2020
Heavy baggage turned deadweight,
stowing away, clinging on—
down, down, down— we both shall sink
The tighter we clutch, the farther we fall
tense tendons and crooked insecurities leaving us
at the bottom
of
the
ocean.
Your words falter and shake,
“I didn’t mean it like that”.
But you did.
As if you think I’m not already aware;
As if you think I can’t feel that weight
Already bearing on my spine like stone.
As if I didn’t already question
Every
          little
                    thing
About me.

You meant what you said,
It just wasn’t the right timing.
Roro Aug 2020
When life is all about fixing whats wrong

Then everything right, good, and strong

Won't stay, pass by, or come along.
Fay Grace Aug 2020
INSECURE GENERATION

The generation of today is living an insecure life.
Life full of comparison
Possession of things without thinking of what may happen
A generation trying to prove others that they are the best

A generation where young and energetic men are trying to prove themselves by destroying others.
A generation where big and high class daddies destroy the young with material things
A confused generation showing their happiness and wealth through photography
A confused generation  hard to love people from a broken family
         Everything is invalid!

We suffer insecurities we didn't create
Many are becoming insecure
Completely unstable
Trying to compare themselves with our today's models and celebrities of our century
Probably hiding behind makeup
Cause probably without the makeup!
They,themselves are a hot mess!
They pay a ransom to look great!
If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder!
Then,why suffer so much trying to look spectacular?
Why spend to your last coin attracting a whole lot of people?
They say beauty comes from within
Our generation need to stand courageously
And fight against the enemy of self insecurity!
K Coleman Aug 2020
I must relive our nights when I dream,
because it’s unreal laying with you.
I am left breathless by your smile’s gleam!

Intense dark black sky, the moon so blue;
your skin’s touch that lifts me to new heights.
In pure bliss we admire the star’s view.

But awake I wonder of those nights...
were you also gazing at the stars;
or really looking at the streetlights?
Erik Luo Aug 2020
I used to think
That the world didn’t need me
That if I’m gone
No one will be in pain

I used to live
As if my life was small
And I give away myself
To others I thought about

I used to see
The lack in my being
That I can’t be
What others needed

I used to dream
For the pleasure of their heart
And the love they might spare
To me when I’m down

Eventually
I lost myself
I became
A mixture of other things

It was a choice
To live or to die
What's the point
What is the point?

But l heard a gentle voice
That led me to an epiphany
At the root of my suffering
Lies a hidden questioning

Who am I?
What am I?

Then began the journey
of a tiny hope that lived
To really see and understand why
To really know everything

Years passed
Life has shown me many things
Each brought me closer to the answer
I began to see
The reason for my suffering

I now see
The world as a mystery
It is not known
But I cry at its beauty

I now dream
Of nothing but love
Nothing but myself
Nothing but this

I now live
As a flower in the field
As a being in a dream
As a moment
of love

I no longer think
I just live
And I love
And I am
That...
I hope this one resonates with some of you. :) Much love.
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