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silvervi Jun 2020
Afraid?
Of what?
Of what's inside of me.

How evil
Dangerous
Destructive
Could it be?

I am my own careful detective
Investigating parts of me
That I myself have hid
For years quite stubbornly

Will I be able to rejoin
All parts of me together?
Will I be able to enjoy
The wholeness then forever?

It's not as easy to put into words
It feels as if I had maybe two hearts
There's one that tries to be so nice
But underneath it lies...
Another one, the dark and rough,
That one was made by times so tough
That really it just cannot smile
It has its own dark heavy style

I'm digging deep to see
My fear is growing though
That's how I managed to ignore
My darkness for so long

But finally, for feelings' sake,
I gotta stop before it's late
I need to see and to admit
Who am I underneath the dry smile
That I have been practicing for a long while


Scared of losing myself?
Maybe.
But I gotta risk it,
Don't I?

After all I just know
That my darkest side
Does deserve the attention
Of my soul and mind

It's a part of me
I'll express it in arts
Before my dry fake smile
Dries out both of my hearts.
A human trying to connect to suppressed feelings
Sinner0307 May 2020
I am the one who was thrown out of hell.
The sins that I committed,
Here, my silence gonna tell.

Listen, you dear people,
Nothing in my life was ever simple.

Cursed being a birthmark,
I have been falling over a deep dark.

If it's in my heart or in my mind,
I wish to keep everything everywhere just aligned.

But wait, I am actually a sinner,
Roaming in this materialistic world being a grinner.

Crying so hard deep down inside though it's my dry eyes,
It's enough of stucking below the heavy skies.

For so many years, I heard my own screaming,
But this corpse ended up her identity without revealing.

Sinner,
For heaven, not designed
From hell, left behind
And this earth rejected her for mankind.
Suppressed
Into nothingness
Never allowed to be who I am
I just want some freedom
I don't care what it is
I want to dye my hair purple
And get a nice lip ring
I want gauges in my hears
And to get some more piercings
I want to get a tattoo
One that says, '*******'
I also what some help
To not feel so suppressed

I have never been myself
Even when I am around people I love
Because no one really likes me
Though I like to be myself, it's fun
All that I'm saying, is it's just a little dye
A little hole in my skin
That will go away when I'm done
Please oh please
Just let me be myself
I want to be different
I'm currently somebody else

I know you don't get body art
Or the fact that it's just as beautiful as a poem
I know that you wouldn't want to look at me
Even though I'm stuck in your home
All I'm asking
Is for you to allow me an identity
This person that I am right now
Is not the real me
I just want some help
To not feel so suppressed
I'm a smart person, I'm in all the good classes, but I don't like looking like a stupid little blonde everywhere I go. I hate not having body art, it just feels like my face is a canvas I'll never get to paint, and my hair is the frame that I never got to pick.  I don't care what people think about me. I don't think they'll like it. But people have to understand, that people don't get body art to impress, they get it because our body is a blank canvas.
Shutterr Aug 2019
You speak
I listen
I speak
You speak
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Like the sun my mind sets,
like the moon my heart comes in power
;
the emotion filled tides
rising and crashing.
Like a waterfall my emotions flow,
like a volcano words escape.

Suppressed emotions unveiled

letting words with no logic escape
for the words are true,

the emotions are pure

allowing the ones around me
to hear my secrets as they divulge
,
catch a glimpse of vulnerability , raw and honesty

that are veiled by the morning light.
Sara Kellie May 2019
If you know me.
I write from many a different mind.
Yes, they're all mine
You cannot quell my thoughts.
I refuse.
No, I absolutely ******' refuse.
You cannot **** what's in my head.
I'll do that myself.
When I am dead.

Kaydee
**** the suppresors
Poisoned without consent.
S Bharat Apr 2019
The Master

The Master had a dog
And a docile goat.
Once he went through
Jungle in the boat.

There, he left his dog
Known as bad hat.
The dog returned home
And received a pat.

The Master's was then
A sweet darling pet.
It made the dog happy,
The goat very upset.

The goat annoyed none,
Made no mistake.
Still she was ******* to
A rusty iron-stake.

S. Bharat
Luna Jay Mar 2019
I’m hiding myself again.
I don’t mean to,
It’s just easier to not deal
With relationships
Amongst others.
I can only take on my stress,
And I’ve been trying to teach myself that
For years.
It’s not that I don’t know that it’s unhealthy,
I think that it’s more habitual.
Which is pretty horrid,
That I’ve already formed this habit of self isolation.
But it’s so much easier to deal with.
I’d rather have no friends at all
Than a chance of losing them.
Tyler Feb 2019
facing fate,
lacking grace.
throw the woes, to the sewer grate.
the rain weeps, it seeps,
all misses my face.
a cold steel on my cheek,
sets my sate.

But enough rain comes,
past sewer's sum,
the wave shall come
and come and come.

Sweep me  
with a mighty typhoon,
up into
Neptune's Lampoon,
until my fingers
get a set of nice prune
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