#gifted - Hello Poetry

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I remember being plagued with knowledge, From too young an age. I loved asking questions, even when I got sickening answers. I wrote, like I do now. A constant in my life. I wrote this one story, about a boy. Looking back, it was disturbing for an eight year old, The world fell, and the boy watched his family, get torn apart by monsters, and all he wondered was where their souls were? I worried, about death, not the act of dying, so much as the, endless abyss that lacked any sensation, that I feared would ensue.

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May 6

May 6, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC

AbruisedBrokenThing

Ignorance Isn't Bliss, Knowledge Is Poison

I remember being plagued with knowledge, From too young an age. I loved asking questions, even when I got sickening answers. I wrote, like I do now. A constant in my life. I wrote this one story, about a boy. Looking back, it was disturbing for an eight year old, The world fell, and the boy watched his family, get torn apart by monsters, and all he wondered was where their souls were? I worried, about death, not the act of dying, so much as the, endless abyss that lacked any sensation, that I feared would ensue.

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Do you know the feeling when you have one thing, one thing that you're confident in, out of everything you've ever tried and failed at, when you have that one thing? And someone else is better? Not someone in the world, there will always be someone better. But someone younger, someone close to you. The feeling when you devote your whole life to something, put your very soul into the work you used to love, and someone comes along and surpasses you without effort? The feeling that you're worthless, that you're a failure, that you'll never amount to anything no matter how hard you try? Do you know that feeling? The feeling like you're letting everyone down, like you had one task, something you were good at. The feeling like you should just give up and throw it all away. Like all your effort will never amount to anything, and no one will ever want someone as pitiful and disgraceful as you? Do you know that feeling? The feeling when you tried, you actually tried so hard and failed. And the worst part is you thought you succeeded.

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Apr 1

Apr 1, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC

AbruisedBrokenThing

All I've Ever Known

Do you know the feeling when you have one thing, one thing that you're confident in, out of everything you've ever tried and failed at, when you have that one thing? And someone else is better? Not someone in the world, there will always be someone better. But someone younger, someone close to you. The feeling when you devote your whole life to something, put your very soul into the work you used to love, and someone comes along and surpasses you without effort? The feeling that you're worthless, that you're a failure, that you'll never amount to anything no matter how hard you try? Do you know that feeling? The feeling like you're letting everyone down, like you had one task, something you were good at. The feeling like you should just give up and throw it all away. Like all your effort will never amount to anything, and no one will ever want someone as pitiful and disgraceful as you? Do you know that feeling? The feeling when you tried, you actually tried so hard and failed. And the worst part is you thought you succeeded.

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I write my goals in perfect lines, in color-coded, careful signs, top of the class—that’s what they say, “I’ll go so far, I’ll find my way.” My notebooks hold my tidy dreams, a future bright, or so it seems, their praise sits heavy in my chest, they think I’m better than the rest. But deadlines slip like quiet rain, a slow, familiar, creeping strain, I stare at work I know I can— just never start the way I plan. The clock ticks loud, I feel it grow, that steady pulse I can’t outslow, I wait until the edge of night, then rush through everything in fright. They say I’m gifted, say I’m fine, “just manage time, you’ll surely shine,” but they don’t hear what’s in my head the constant noise, the quiet dread. I’m not just lazy, I’m just scared, of trying hard and being compared, that if I give my all and fall, it means I’m nothing after all. So I delay, avoid, pretend, and watch the same loop never end, too much to do, I feel so small I could be everything… or stall.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 4:28 AM UTC

I write my goals in perfect lines, in color-coded, careful signs, top of the class—that’s what they say, “I’ll go so far, I’ll find my way.” My notebooks hold my tidy dreams, a future bright, or so it seems, their praise sits heavy in my chest, they think I’m better than the rest. But deadlines slip like quiet rain, a slow, familiar, creeping strain, I stare at work I know I can— just never start the way I plan. The clock ticks loud, I feel it grow, that steady pulse I can’t outslow, I wait until the edge of night, then rush through everything in fright. They say I’m gifted, say I’m fine, “just manage time, you’ll surely shine,” but they don’t hear what’s in my head the constant noise, the quiet dread. I’m not just lazy, I’m just scared, of trying hard and being compared, that if I give my all and fall, it means I’m nothing after all. So I delay, avoid, pretend, and watch the same loop never end, too much to do, I feel so small I could be everything… or stall.

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You ever get tired of being average? not brilliant, but not bad either just hovering in between somewhere... Not academically gifted but you aren't stupid either, you know how to write but not enough to be called a poet, you can draw a decent sketch but beside others, it's always almost ...you hate the number 50 'cause it sits in the middle. It reminds you of you as fate would have it, you were born in the middle too. And you know, all your life you have been just that with all your things not bad but not good enough either, just.... Average.

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Dec 21, 2025

Dec 21, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC

You ever get tired of being average? not brilliant, but not bad either just hovering in between somewhere... Not academically gifted but you aren't stupid either, you know how to write but not enough to be called a poet, you can draw a decent sketch but beside others, it's always almost ...you hate the number 50 'cause it sits in the middle. It reminds you of you as fate would have it, you were born in the middle too. And you know, all your life you have been just that with all your things not bad but not good enough either, just.... Average.

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english - A+ math - A- i stopped. that was all i need to see. 4.0 gpa and i still cried myself to sleep.

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Dec 17, 2025

Dec 17, 2025 at 1:41 AM UTC

sweettasabutton

english - A+ math - A- i stopped. that was all i need to see. 4.0 gpa and i still cried myself to sleep.

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Gifted in thought; Made to dissolve in structure, Forced to chase success. Happiness hidden away Where no one would dare to look.

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Jul 2, 2025

Jul 2, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC

Gifted in thought; Made to dissolve in structure, Forced to chase success. Happiness hidden away Where no one would dare to look.

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As shadows take the stage, patterns merge into design. Not shapes nor in lines, more like visions in the mind. Through this foreseeing lens, light dances with the dark. My Conscience, transmogrified. Truth is leaving its mark. Actors step with intent, and I see the revelation. Their motions send spears into my imagination. The audience watches in awe. They're spellbound. As the story unfolds, I conclude without sound. On stage, Something hides what I somehow can know. Like a whisper in my ear, secrets are already told. There's a clairevoyant truth behind the gaze of my eye. The creator himself is showing me all that hides. The stage becomes dim, the actors in place. A dark, twisted tale. An ending I can taste. Curtains fall as I reflect, to the cue of a song. I see all the outcomes, Why can’t I be wrong?

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Apr 3, 2025

Apr 3, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC

Spoiler! I Always Know the Plot Twist...

As shadows take the stage, patterns merge into design. Not shapes nor in lines, more like visions in the mind. Through this foreseeing lens, light dances with the dark. My Conscience, transmogrified. Truth is leaving its mark. Actors step with intent, and I see the revelation. Their motions send spears into my imagination. The audience watches in awe. They're spellbound. As the story unfolds, I conclude without sound. On stage, Something hides what I somehow can know. Like a whisper in my ear, secrets are already told. There's a clairevoyant truth behind the gaze of my eye. The creator himself is showing me all that hides. The stage becomes dim, the actors in place. A dark, twisted tale. An ending I can taste. Curtains fall as I reflect, to the cue of a song. I see all the outcomes, Why can’t I be wrong?

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When I sleep I Enter a mysterious world That is closed off to most Of the living You could call it a dream Nit a dream its not It's the spirit world There I have done more Benefit the negativity There in this haunting World is of Great beauty Great pain And surreal

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Dec 8, 2024

Dec 8, 2024 at 3:24 PM UTC

Creepypastafairy

When I sleep I Enter a mysterious world That is closed off to most Of the living You could call it a dream Nit a dream its not It's the spirit world There I have done more Benefit the negativity There in this haunting World is of Great beauty Great pain And surreal

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i guess all those nights i spent studying just weren't worth it. and the hot flashes of nausea that kept me from sleeping were just warning me of my incapacity. and my cuticle-less fingers that dripped blood on the exam paper must not have been wanted it enough. and my stupid brain was foolish enough to believe that i'd "done my best" (was it? was that all i could have done? ever?) god what was the point of it. god it's not even that big of a deal. god you're just stupid and you're inefficient. god maybe you should have just done better god you just can't get it can you god if this is hard, imagine college god stop! stop hitting your wrist against the table, it's not helping! god google it, can you lose your academic gift? god imagine their faces when they see your score god how will you hide it now god help me i can't go back don't make me go back please please god wow you really thought you did well you thought you earned it god what if you didn't care about it, then it wouldn't matter god imagine that, you don't study, and all the expectations are gone god imagine that, you don't try. you don't try. oh. maybe i shouldnt try anymore maybe i shouldnt try anymore maybe i shouldnt try anymore maybe i shouldnt try anymore maybe i shouldnt try anymore i shouldnt try anymore i shouldnt try anymore i shouldnt try anymore i shouldn't try i shouldn't try i shouldn't try i shoudn't try i shouldn't try i shouldn't try i shouldnt try i shouldnt i shouldnt i shouldnt i shouldnt

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Nov 28, 2024

Nov 28, 2024 at 12:21 AM UTC

i guess all those nights i spent studying just weren't worth it. and the hot flashes of nausea that kept me from sleeping were just warning me of my incapacity. and my cuticle-less fingers that dripped blood on the exam paper must not have been wanted it enough. and my stupid brain was foolish enough to believe that i'd "done my best" (was it? was that all i could have done? ever?) god what was the point of it. god it's not even that big of a deal. god you're just stupid and you're inefficient. god maybe you should have just done better god you just can't get it can you god if this is hard, imagine college god stop! stop hitting your wrist against the table, it's not helping! god google it, can you lose your academic gift? god imagine their faces when they see your score god how will you hide it now god help me i can't go back don't make me go back please please god wow you really thought you did well you thought you earned it god what if you didn't care about it, then it wouldn't matter god imagine that, you don't study, and all the expectations are gone god imagine that, you don't try. you don't try. oh. maybe i shouldnt try anymore maybe i shouldnt try anymore maybe i shouldnt try anymore maybe i shouldnt try anymore maybe i shouldnt try anymore i shouldnt try anymore i shouldnt try anymore i shouldnt try anymore i shouldn't try i shouldn't try i shouldn't try i shoudn't try i shouldn't try i shouldn't try i shouldnt try i shouldnt i shouldnt i shouldnt i shouldnt

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And he had said, "Ladakh is a barren piece of land, Let the Chinese have it, Nothing grows over there, And it's a useless piece of territory, The lesser the liabilities for my government, The better." And the Chinese still sit in Aksai Chin, That part he called barren, It's our lost land that China usurped, Yes, the expansionist China, And how shamelessly he escaped his duty, His responsibility to maintain the integrity, Of our nation he ought've known the nitty-gritty. But now we face an uphill task, That Hindi-Cheeni Bhai-Bhai, It's now a laughing stock, Yes, sir, people laugh at it, Albeit less than they do at your scion, The same scion who has nil experience, And simply a negative IQ, perhaps. But that was just one of your mistakes, sir, How can we forget your ambition to be the Prime, Even at the cost of the national integrity, You let them unleash a rein of terror, Both the sides suffered civilian casualties, Not just the dead I refer to, I also refer to the ***** and mutilated. You behaved so power-hungry, So irresponsible and immature, So ignorant and inexperienced, So unwise and unintelligent, Of that post, oh sir, That position that you won by your clout, You knew that Bhai made a better choice. Yet you felt entitled to the post, By the mere virtue of your birth, Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, Linen sheets underneath your body, Much like your dumb scion, Yes, the very same one who fumbles. He fumbles in his speech, And in his lack of preparation, The Grand Old Party, it trembles, Trembling under the unwanted burden, Voices of dissent grow louder, The Party you usurped is slipping away, Drifting further everyday.

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Apr 7, 2024

Apr 7, 2024 at 1:07 PM UTC

Historical Mistakes

And he had said, "Ladakh is a barren piece of land, Let the Chinese have it, Nothing grows over there, And it's a useless piece of territory, The lesser the liabilities for my government, The better." And the Chinese still sit in Aksai Chin, That part he called barren, It's our lost land that China usurped, Yes, the expansionist China, And how shamelessly he escaped his duty, His responsibility to maintain the integrity, Of our nation he ought've known the nitty-gritty. But now we face an uphill task, That Hindi-Cheeni Bhai-Bhai, It's now a laughing stock, Yes, sir, people laugh at it, Albeit less than they do at your scion, The same scion who has nil experience, And simply a negative IQ, perhaps. But that was just one of your mistakes, sir, How can we forget your ambition to be the Prime, Even at the cost of the national integrity, You let them unleash a rein of terror, Both the sides suffered civilian casualties, Not just the dead I refer to, I also refer to the ***** and mutilated. You behaved so power-hungry, So irresponsible and immature, So ignorant and inexperienced, So unwise and unintelligent, Of that post, oh sir, That position that you won by your clout, You knew that Bhai made a better choice. Yet you felt entitled to the post, By the mere virtue of your birth, Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, Linen sheets underneath your body, Much like your dumb scion, Yes, the very same one who fumbles. He fumbles in his speech, And in his lack of preparation, The Grand Old Party, it trembles, Trembling under the unwanted burden, Voices of dissent grow louder, The Party you usurped is slipping away, Drifting further everyday.

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Within my magic is me Within my spirit is my magic To be me is to be filled with the magic spirit I am a manifestation of the wiccan witch The gifts bestowed upon me come from the witches who gifted me the knowledge of the magical way to live & spiritual power to heal In there honor , I give my contribution to the witch's past I honor them when , I cast my spells and grow my magic so within my soul is the magic spirit that is me This wiccan witch © Jennifer L DeLong. 9/2022 🌚⭐🦏🗝🎭

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Sep 28, 2022

Sep 28, 2022 at 7:37 AM UTC

norwegianrhinowitch

Within my magic is me Within my spirit is my magic To be me is to be filled with the magic spirit I am a manifestation of the wiccan witch The gifts bestowed upon me come from the witches who gifted me the knowledge of the magical way to live & spiritual power to heal In there honor , I give my contribution to the witch's past I honor them when , I cast my spells and grow my magic so within my soul is the magic spirit that is me This wiccan witch © Jennifer L DeLong. 9/2022 🌚⭐🦏🗝🎭

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Black lines drip down this canvas Of blue tinged white like fallen snow I know it's grown colder so this Feeling of surprise climbs without reason Like finding santa's presents this season This cold feels warm somehow My body and mind disagree Viewing my hairs stand in memory of freezing winds, changing a tire in sleeting weather, but all I remember is laying on the floor fireside with my familiar.

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Dec 1, 2020

Dec 1, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC

Black lines drip down this canvas Of blue tinged white like fallen snow I know it's grown colder so this Feeling of surprise climbs without reason Like finding santa's presents this season This cold feels warm somehow My body and mind disagree Viewing my hairs stand in memory of freezing winds, changing a tire in sleeting weather, but all I remember is laying on the floor fireside with my familiar.

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Artificial like fake? False? Imperfect? Gone mad? Impartial?

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Aug 25, 2020

Aug 25, 2020 at 7:30 PM UTC

The gifted will understand

Artificial like fake? False? Imperfect? Gone mad? Impartial?

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An individual lacking a particular talent but is honest, open-minded, teachable, enthusiastic and adamant has a higher chance at success than a talented person lacking all the other qualities.

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Feb 23, 2020

Feb 23, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC

More than talent

An individual lacking a particular talent but is honest, open-minded, teachable, enthusiastic and adamant has a higher chance at success than a talented person lacking all the other qualities.

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Now It’s CLEAR That I Am ... " GIFTED " ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... !!! Articulated Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is We’re Living ... Ism After ... ISM ... Corruption and Division ... That’s Bred By Politicians ... EVEN ON A Day Like THIS ... December ... 25th ... I’m STILL Presenting Gifts ... Through Written Scripts Like THIS ... !!! That QUICKLY FLIP ... DIFFERENT Subjects ... !!! From Politics To Those Whose Gifts ... Gave Out Some ... SERIOUS LIKS’ ... !!!!!! Just Like The GREAT ... “ King Viv “ ... !!! A Cricketer ... SO GIFTED ... !!! When It Came To Playing Cricket ... And PROTECTING ... His Wicket ... That Bowlers RARELY Hit It ... !!!!!!!! While Others Like ... USAIN ... Had Gifts That Made Them Train ... In Ways That Gained ... " Olympic Fame " ... !!! TOO Many IN FACT ... For This Poem To Name ... !!! So Let’s Move On ... To Gifts That Belong ... In ... OTHER Realms ... Like ****** Gifts ... YES ... BIG OL’ Well ... You Know What It Is ... Or ... Do You ... ?!? Do You Know What It Is To Be The One Who GIVES ... MULTIPLE ... ******** Rides ... !!!?!!! Well I’m ... One of THOSE GUYS ... !!!!! My Ex and I ... ENJOYED Those Nights .... Where She Would Be Riding Just Like ... Those Guys With Gifts To Ride Motorbikes ... In Ways That THRILLED When She Got FILLED ... With MUCH MORE Than The ... AVERAGE Man ... And YES That’s FACT So ... DON’T Doubt That ... !!!!!!! Such Gifts Are COOL But Now I’m Fuelled ... To Use My Gifts To ... EXPLAIN Things ... As I Said At The Start I Now Use My ARM ... To ARTICULATE Visions of How We’re Now Living ... So Gifts of THIS TYPE ... Tend To CHALLENGE The Minds ... of Those Who Are ...................................................... “ Sly “ ... Because of The Gift That ... REALITY Brings ... !!! A Bite That DEFIES The Spreading of LIES ... !!! But One That Bears Witness ... To TRUTH And LESS Sinning ... !!! So ... As I Now End ... I’m Back To The Beginning ... !!! I Articulate Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is ... " We’re Living " ... Because It’s ... CLEAR ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... That I Am One ... Who’s ... .......... “ GIFTED “ ..........

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Dec 25, 2019

Dec 25, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC

"Gifted" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 25/12/2018

Now It’s CLEAR That I Am ... " GIFTED " ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... !!! Articulated Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is We’re Living ... Ism After ... ISM ... Corruption and Division ... That’s Bred By Politicians ... EVEN ON A Day Like THIS ... December ... 25th ... I’m STILL Presenting Gifts ... Through Written Scripts Like THIS ... !!! That QUICKLY FLIP ... DIFFERENT Subjects ... !!! From Politics To Those Whose Gifts ... Gave Out Some ... SERIOUS LIKS’ ... !!!!!! Just Like The GREAT ... “ King Viv “ ... !!! A Cricketer ... SO GIFTED ... !!! When It Came To Playing Cricket ... And PROTECTING ... His Wicket ... That Bowlers RARELY Hit It ... !!!!!!!! While Others Like ... USAIN ... Had Gifts That Made Them Train ... In Ways That Gained ... " Olympic Fame " ... !!! TOO Many IN FACT ... For This Poem To Name ... !!! So Let’s Move On ... To Gifts That Belong ... In ... OTHER Realms ... Like ****** Gifts ... YES ... BIG OL’ Well ... You Know What It Is ... Or ... Do You ... ?!? Do You Know What It Is To Be The One Who GIVES ... MULTIPLE ... ******** Rides ... !!!?!!! Well I’m ... One of THOSE GUYS ... !!!!! My Ex and I ... ENJOYED Those Nights .... Where She Would Be Riding Just Like ... Those Guys With Gifts To Ride Motorbikes ... In Ways That THRILLED When She Got FILLED ... With MUCH MORE Than The ... AVERAGE Man ... And YES That’s FACT So ... DON’T Doubt That ... !!!!!!! Such Gifts Are COOL But Now I’m Fuelled ... To Use My Gifts To ... EXPLAIN Things ... As I Said At The Start I Now Use My ARM ... To ARTICULATE Visions of How We’re Now Living ... So Gifts of THIS TYPE ... Tend To CHALLENGE The Minds ... of Those Who Are ...................................................... “ Sly “ ... Because of The Gift That ... REALITY Brings ... !!! A Bite That DEFIES The Spreading of LIES ... !!! But One That Bears Witness ... To TRUTH And LESS Sinning ... !!! So ... As I Now End ... I’m Back To The Beginning ... !!! I Articulate Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is ... " We’re Living " ... Because It’s ... CLEAR ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... That I Am One ... Who’s ... .......... “ GIFTED “ ..........

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You have been gifted with life ❣️ Live and learn, but love (ahava), always ... @Desire.Is.Dope 20191224

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Dec 24, 2019

Dec 24, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC

You have been gifted with life ❣️ Live and learn, but love (ahava), always ... @Desire.Is.Dope 20191224

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Blocked, caged in, suffocating smothered in pain significant other feeling abandoned while in your presence in your mental you're going insane no love lost, because no love gained! thought after thought living, but stuck in the past show no emotions-because having emotions is what got you here Finding a way back to the old you seems a far. such a long distance from you you know, the you that smiled alot whose face was once full of light The you that cared and actually enjoyed caring Soon those Deep Thoughts will make you realize what it is that you do you make everyone feel lonely while connected to you.

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Nov 12, 2019

Nov 12, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC

Blocked, caged in, suffocating smothered in pain significant other feeling abandoned while in your presence in your mental you're going insane no love lost, because no love gained! thought after thought living, but stuck in the past show no emotions-because having emotions is what got you here Finding a way back to the old you seems a far. such a long distance from you you know, the you that smiled alot whose face was once full of light The you that cared and actually enjoyed caring Soon those Deep Thoughts will make you realize what it is that you do you make everyone feel lonely while connected to you.

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I'm so successful In their minds I can function I am bright I smile I laugh I'm capable I'm eloquent I'm responsible I have a good job I'm quite skilled at it too I've got impressive grades I'm steps ahead in school I'll have a high-paying career I've got it all together I've perfected "success" but I'm not happy I want to cry I want to rip my heart out of my chest I desire to make myself weak I don't want to care for myself I don't have friends I don't have support I'm utterly alone I'm suffering terribly I can't keep my thoughts straight I struggle to keep the darkness at bay I'm in ruins I guess that's success.

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Sep 23, 2019

Sep 23, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC

I'm so successful In their minds I can function I am bright I smile I laugh I'm capable I'm eloquent I'm responsible I have a good job I'm quite skilled at it too I've got impressive grades I'm steps ahead in school I'll have a high-paying career I've got it all together I've perfected "success" but I'm not happy I want to cry I want to rip my heart out of my chest I desire to make myself weak I don't want to care for myself I don't have friends I don't have support I'm utterly alone I'm suffering terribly I can't keep my thoughts straight I struggle to keep the darkness at bay I'm in ruins I guess that's success.

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You called me "gifted" You forced an identity on me If I wasn't smart, who was I? I knew I would let you down You taught me to box myself in So I could take over when you left And now here I am No better than anyone else Utterly lost and confused I don't know who the hell I am Because everything that made me What you told me I was I had to abandon Because it was killing me All those "gifts" that now I see Were the result of nothing more Than my ******* anxiety

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May 29, 2019

May 29, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC

You called me "gifted" You forced an identity on me If I wasn't smart, who was I? I knew I would let you down You taught me to box myself in So I could take over when you left And now here I am No better than anyone else Utterly lost and confused I don't know who the hell I am Because everything that made me What you told me I was I had to abandon Because it was killing me All those "gifts" that now I see Were the result of nothing more Than my ******* anxiety

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