self destruction in 3....2....1....
at it’s finest
when the most beautiful creation
can go against you
the deceiver and manipulator
corresponding to that one friend
who says they’ll take a bullet for you
when you realize their the ones behind that gun
is equivalent to that friend
deceptive, deceitful & deluding
we rely on others validation for us
beautiful, courages, ecstatic, flourishing,
independent, inspiring, intelligent, stunning
names that get called to you
than you get called ****;
when there’s so many people that can see beauty in you,
they see that fire burning with passion
but the only one thing that remains
stick with you
is that one thing,
where they think you’re ****
for being beautiful
that validation only comes when
you see yourself on the other side of that
when you did all the cruel things in the world
just to fit in
so everyone can make YOU look like the bad
we abuse ourselves more than anyone
that is capable of abusing us
ourselves cruel saddened things
convincing ourselves we deserve pain;
but it’s time
not to go insane
but to stay sane
to step out of the box
out of what everyone
pictures you to be
to be validated by not everyone else
but to be able to affirm yourself
that the beauty that was stolen from you
gave you a clue
on how to not let
cruel things define you
you are who defines you
not what society defines beautiful as ****
because you are more beautiful
than society can ever be
so thank you, to every single human
that is still existing
the fights and wars each of you
winning each one as you wake up
to the tears of crying yourself to sleep
you are strong
you are powerful
knowing nothing can break you down
you deserve to be alive
don’t let the mind control you
it’s time for you to take control of your
I look up and
suddenly I am at the top
of a mountain.
Nothing but clouds that surround
to hold my hand,
so there I stand…
attempting to scream
as loud as I can.
But nothing comes out, so I dream.
My smile is the sun warming
bleak souls with vibrant beams,
creating peace below…or so it seems.
Abruptly my laughter pours
out, so on a rain cloud I lean.
But it is irrepressible - I'm on all fours.
Endorphins seeping, trickling down.
So I open up the door
and paint with colors from my core,
replacing the worlds gray with vivid tones.
Sunshine and rainbows to ensure
that the blissful truth is shown
and shared, but never compared.
And slowly I realize I was never alone.
I blink and find your eyes…I'm home.
January 30, 2014
— The End —