#higherpower - Hello Poetry

This is not what He intended For hearts to be Broken Healed And then... 'Mended' To live this way This is not what He intended

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Nov 4, 2020

Nov 4, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC

Aahoc

Intended

This is not what He intended For hearts to be Broken Healed And then... 'Mended' To live this way This is not what He intended

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must be nice to have that kind of unshakable belief in a merciful higher power. i believe in a higher power, but you can’t call it merciful. no, not at all. it’s the power of my father, all will and rules and law, and governed himself by Deadly sins, chief among them avarice and lust. the only two that don’t apply are sloth and gluttony. that last one i lay claim to, and before i go to work, i plan on giving into it wholeheartedly. Gluttony interrupted leads to Gluttony, with a capital G.

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Sep 2, 2018

Sep 2, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC

Cherryboykell

She Believes That Too

must be nice to have that kind of unshakable belief in a merciful higher power. i believe in a higher power, but you can’t call it merciful. no, not at all. it’s the power of my father, all will and rules and law, and governed himself by Deadly sins, chief among them avarice and lust. the only two that don’t apply are sloth and gluttony. that last one i lay claim to, and before i go to work, i plan on giving into it wholeheartedly. Gluttony interrupted leads to Gluttony, with a capital G.

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How come one can pass through a day believing that he has at least seen and achieved mediocre happiness to arrive home and realize his sadness? A sadness of sorts. Not really sad. More lonely Though he is self-driven (something his parents and piano teacher are quite proud of) And yet? Yet he cannot find fulfillment. He brinks on the edge of smart individual to scaling the wall of genius He attempts all things at his disposal and excels to the top of his pond only to look over the edge and see the vast ocean of bigger and better fish His self-motivation pushes him to yearn for the ocean, the means for his fruition Even if he was to reach the ocean, gain some weight and eventually become the biggest fish of his kind his satisfaction would not be present No The self-motivational man is plagued by eternal shortcomings in the fields of self-satisfaction and self-love He holds no value for the compliments and praises that he receives from his loving parents The love displayed toward him do not present an argument valid enough to convince his deductive mind that he is worthy of self-love His scars become trophies and his trophies a pile of garbage. His greatest sadness is that he sees a way to fulfillment Just before him He could reach-out-and-touch-it should he try He wants nothing more than to stretch his hand forward and accept the path to love: the path to happiness: the path to satisfaction And yet? He cannot bring himself to grab it. He reaches his hand forward again and again. The ethereal means within his grasp. And yet he cannot take hold. He cannot hold it because this power before him is greater than him Everything he has done so far has been done by him and now he must sit back and receive the ethereal grace? He must surrender He must not be driven by himself but instead a higher power and although he recognizes the authority of the higher power he does not submit to it He yearns to be in its presence And yet? He cannot surrender for to surrender to it is to deny everything he has ever known. To accept its grace he must be made new He must be born again Until he surrenders entirely (most likely in a long time for the self-driven man is stubborn) he shall experience the lonely dissatisfaction which already plagues him Until he surrenders entirely his happiness will only be mediocre and fleeting Disappearing as he walks through his front door and even more intense during the minutes of isolation that he showers each night And so he passes through life master of nothing, poisoned, for he cannot deny who he is to accept an antidote which he knows is supreme.

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC

jack-s

And Yet?

How come one can pass through a day believing that he has at least seen and achieved mediocre happiness to arrive home and realize his sadness? A sadness of sorts. Not really sad. More lonely Though he is self-driven (something his parents and piano teacher are quite proud of) And yet? Yet he cannot find fulfillment. He brinks on the edge of smart individual to scaling the wall of genius He attempts all things at his disposal and excels to the top of his pond only to look over the edge and see the vast ocean of bigger and better fish His self-motivation pushes him to yearn for the ocean, the means for his fruition Even if he was to reach the ocean, gain some weight and eventually become the biggest fish of his kind his satisfaction would not be present No The self-motivational man is plagued by eternal shortcomings in the fields of self-satisfaction and self-love He holds no value for the compliments and praises that he receives from his loving parents The love displayed toward him do not present an argument valid enough to convince his deductive mind that he is worthy of self-love His scars become trophies and his trophies a pile of garbage. His greatest sadness is that he sees a way to fulfillment Just before him He could reach-out-and-touch-it should he try He wants nothing more than to stretch his hand forward and accept the path to love: the path to happiness: the path to satisfaction And yet? He cannot bring himself to grab it. He reaches his hand forward again and again. The ethereal means within his grasp. And yet he cannot take hold. He cannot hold it because this power before him is greater than him Everything he has done so far has been done by him and now he must sit back and receive the ethereal grace? He must surrender He must not be driven by himself but instead a higher power and although he recognizes the authority of the higher power he does not submit to it He yearns to be in its presence And yet? He cannot surrender for to surrender to it is to deny everything he has ever known. To accept its grace he must be made new He must be born again Until he surrenders entirely (most likely in a long time for the self-driven man is stubborn) he shall experience the lonely dissatisfaction which already plagues him Until he surrenders entirely his happiness will only be mediocre and fleeting Disappearing as he walks through his front door and even more intense during the minutes of isolation that he showers each night And so he passes through life master of nothing, poisoned, for he cannot deny who he is to accept an antidote which he knows is supreme.

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When you're always grasping For control You're to occupied To see the beauty In order to truly be in control R E L A X Become the passenger The view is more rewarding

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Mar 11, 2018

Mar 11, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC

ThePhiltz

The View

When you're always grasping For control You're to occupied To see the beauty In order to truly be in control R E L A X Become the passenger The view is more rewarding

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Reached the bottom Nowhere further to dig Powerless Had no answers Something beyond "I" The answers are to big Believe Releave this ******* of self Reliquish control to life's gig Turn it over Past's dark doors opened With the courage to face What demons that may trig Fearless inventory In the presence of the triology Purge your ***** laundry Freeing yourself of burdens Admitted wrongs Come a point Where these shackles You no longer need Ready to remove At foot of bed Bend down and plead To that beyond the "I" To remove all that makes you bleed Humbly ask Gather the names of those Caught in your wake Made a list To them give back What wasn't yours to take Atone With burden shed Self removed Feel the peace that you've never knew Conscious contact With gift in hand Tale in tow Go and share all you know Carry the message

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC

ThePhiltz

The journey

Reached the bottom Nowhere further to dig Powerless Had no answers Something beyond "I" The answers are to big Believe Releave this ******* of self Reliquish control to life's gig Turn it over Past's dark doors opened With the courage to face What demons that may trig Fearless inventory In the presence of the triology Purge your ***** laundry Freeing yourself of burdens Admitted wrongs Come a point Where these shackles You no longer need Ready to remove At foot of bed Bend down and plead To that beyond the "I" To remove all that makes you bleed Humbly ask Gather the names of those Caught in your wake Made a list To them give back What wasn't yours to take Atone With burden shed Self removed Feel the peace that you've never knew Conscious contact With gift in hand Tale in tow Go and share all you know Carry the message

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Before… Before I knew you as Divine woman, I longed for your presence, In time i knew nothing could break our bond… but that was before I knew you, I know you now, and time is of the essence I was right all along, you indeed are my true sister. My confidant. I call you Mother.one of four souls highly blessed due to their grandfather's highly respected works through preaching the gospel humbly, truly one of a kind, everyone loves their grandparents and deem them special. and I am no different, To have known my grandfather Neo Garvin, is to have known what it means to be touched by an angel, He and My grandmother(still young and beautiful as ever) chose to choose one another until death bid them ado, The reaper comes to collect the souls of the ****** God comes and gets his children, he sends special hands to aid in the process, he is always with me that i know is certain, unlike any other thing in this world, with every theory, every question,problem and solution is a percentage of dis-trust in it.. conflicting irony they call it, how can you dis-trust and love, they are opposite. we are made in God's image, we are made in the image of LOVE, does that mean perfection is granted to all those who are believers? depending on how you see life , the pitcher there, do you see it as half empty or half full what about your gratitude towards your parents how do you see that glass? Would seeing the glass as half full when you believe it is in fact as empty as a sponged, squeezed? just give it a paradoxical shrug, these kinds of situations are difficult, but normal, bound to happen right? God chose belief in my ordanement , redeemed aren't I ? Redeemed until validated my the ticket holder of my life and heart, the judge of my doings, the criticism I openly accept, as long as it's through verbal or small practical eveyday spiritual acts . I accept that I am chosen for his kingdom, that his love has an actual warmth, sitting in a melting *** of the fireplace infused with the cold air knocking, like an unwelcomed visitor . The irony sets in we'd all had a good laugh at that, we'd laugh so hard and got it all on camera, I think we'd have a shot and one of those zestful family movies, we'd at least get a premiere on abc channel and its got just enough of a zoetiec vibe for lifetime. the dictionary's failed attempt at defining the depth and the vague imprint it left on my brain, torturing me to awaken from my cocoon and speak, for my ancestors and the divine woman that is Deidra, Thee divine woman(along with the help of the divine masculine) who taught me to open my mouth if you've got something to say, Who knew that those words were seeds!? I studied her as she sewed them everyday religiously, even on the rainy days when life seemed to be in the midst of hurricane force winds, she watered that garden the best she knew how and to me it is perfection.I'd try to convince her not to worry about my garden so much that she'd forget to have her flowers bloom The divine woman a natural incubator , genetically undeniable that we are the divinity this world needs. She knew of my reaping harvest and that it would grow to be my inner voice, that is love.I am wise you know what zoetic means to me? zoetic is the slashes against my back until the age of seventeen, i think zoetic are the beautiful dressings that hold us capture us, in fear of running off into something so beautifully damaged people might -pay more attention to the clown than the performance. one of those and even the "non spitiual people", what right did i have to be set apart from the world an evolving theory that grows only in fondness and size of it's essence, only air , unparalleled you dare not have a speck of shame you, look in the mirror if you'd like but careful not to interfere with his creation, or its is a matter of time before your left like ... adam and eve... floating. to have that privilege, to my mother I imagined what our past-times would resemble, that you’d vacate my soul with a message, in times, I need, remember. maybe it would be poetic, or wise in hindsight, something that’d force my mind to clear the mess in the backseat to make room for a new shotgun rider an inquiry you leave me with daily, as our hands unmesh and I drift off into sleep, that is the only time you leave, and quickly appear as i awake, without you, How could i face the day? A stone immortal you are, with no works of erosion, to seep through your cracks, your spirit un-touched, you are the concrete to my heart, unfinished knicks and knacks. i’d never put youdown, divine in me tells me “reach for your crown, it’s time we take a break, I’ll never leave you but it is now my time, to clear the backseat and make way.”. as i watch her tidy up the backseat moving chaos and fear into the far right corner, she hops in the back and sits where I can see her, navigating me, acting as an GPS, divine in me I trust in nothing less.

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC

littachakilladounoticeapun

Before I knew you as Divine woman

Before… Before I knew you as Divine woman, I longed for your presence, In time i knew nothing could break our bond… but that was before I knew you, I know you now, and time is of the essence I was right all along, you indeed are my true sister. My confidant. I call you Mother.one of four souls highly blessed due to their grandfather's highly respected works through preaching the gospel humbly, truly one of a kind, everyone loves their grandparents and deem them special. and I am no different, To have known my grandfather Neo Garvin, is to have known what it means to be touched by an angel, He and My grandmother(still young and beautiful as ever) chose to choose one another until death bid them ado, The reaper comes to collect the souls of the ****** God comes and gets his children, he sends special hands to aid in the process, he is always with me that i know is certain, unlike any other thing in this world, with every theory, every question,problem and solution is a percentage of dis-trust in it.. conflicting irony they call it, how can you dis-trust and love, they are opposite. we are made in God's image, we are made in the image of LOVE, does that mean perfection is granted to all those who are believers? depending on how you see life , the pitcher there, do you see it as half empty or half full what about your gratitude towards your parents how do you see that glass? Would seeing the glass as half full when you believe it is in fact as empty as a sponged, squeezed? just give it a paradoxical shrug, these kinds of situations are difficult, but normal, bound to happen right? God chose belief in my ordanement , redeemed aren't I ? Redeemed until validated my the ticket holder of my life and heart, the judge of my doings, the criticism I openly accept, as long as it's through verbal or small practical eveyday spiritual acts . I accept that I am chosen for his kingdom, that his love has an actual warmth, sitting in a melting *** of the fireplace infused with the cold air knocking, like an unwelcomed visitor . The irony sets in we'd all had a good laugh at that, we'd laugh so hard and got it all on camera, I think we'd have a shot and one of those zestful family movies, we'd at least get a premiere on abc channel and its got just enough of a zoetiec vibe for lifetime. the dictionary's failed attempt at defining the depth and the vague imprint it left on my brain, torturing me to awaken from my cocoon and speak, for my ancestors and the divine woman that is Deidra, Thee divine woman(along with the help of the divine masculine) who taught me to open my mouth if you've got something to say, Who knew that those words were seeds!? I studied her as she sewed them everyday religiously, even on the rainy days when life seemed to be in the midst of hurricane force winds, she watered that garden the best she knew how and to me it is perfection.I'd try to convince her not to worry about my garden so much that she'd forget to have her flowers bloom The divine woman a natural incubator , genetically undeniable that we are the divinity this world needs. She knew of my reaping harvest and that it would grow to be my inner voice, that is love.I am wise you know what zoetic means to me? zoetic is the slashes against my back until the age of seventeen, i think zoetic are the beautiful dressings that hold us capture us, in fear of running off into something so beautifully damaged people might -pay more attention to the clown than the performance. one of those and even the "non spitiual people", what right did i have to be set apart from the world an evolving theory that grows only in fondness and size of it's essence, only air , unparalleled you dare not have a speck of shame you, look in the mirror if you'd like but careful not to interfere with his creation, or its is a matter of time before your left like ... adam and eve... floating. to have that privilege, to my mother I imagined what our past-times would resemble, that you’d vacate my soul with a message, in times, I need, remember. maybe it would be poetic, or wise in hindsight, something that’d force my mind to clear the mess in the backseat to make room for a new shotgun rider an inquiry you leave me with daily, as our hands unmesh and I drift off into sleep, that is the only time you leave, and quickly appear as i awake, without you, How could i face the day? A stone immortal you are, with no works of erosion, to seep through your cracks, your spirit un-touched, you are the concrete to my heart, unfinished knicks and knacks. i’d never put youdown, divine in me tells me “reach for your crown, it’s time we take a break, I’ll never leave you but it is now my time, to clear the backseat and make way.”. as i watch her tidy up the backseat moving chaos and fear into the far right corner, she hops in the back and sits where I can see her, navigating me, acting as an GPS, divine in me I trust in nothing less.

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I don’t have time, always in a rush, I speak up I don’t sit down, I speak loud but nobody says “Hush.”, instead of “Quiet down”, they say “Don’t give up.”, uggh, this Word Play is insane, the Gift of Gab is real, ‘Make You Feel That Way’, 2002 Blazing Arrow, that’s another reference, quadruple entendre references, people say “Your really talented.”, but I usually don’t take those comments as compliments, I don’t write this stuff anyways, my Ghost Writer is a Higher Power, correction, my Ghost Writer is Higher Power, correction, I am a Higher Power, correction, I am Higher Power, let that, marinate for a minute, in the, Melting *** of America, see with, the Truth there’s no need for gimmicks, when it’s, entertaining enough just to live it, we live it, in a rush I don’t sit down I speak up, can’t stay sitting’, I speak loud but nobody says “Hush.”...

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC

aaronlalux

Time Machines vs. Space Ships

I don’t have time, always in a rush, I speak up I don’t sit down, I speak loud but nobody says “Hush.”, instead of “Quiet down”, they say “Don’t give up.”, uggh, this Word Play is insane, the Gift of Gab is real, ‘Make You Feel That Way’, 2002 Blazing Arrow, that’s another reference, quadruple entendre references, people say “Your really talented.”, but I usually don’t take those comments as compliments, I don’t write this stuff anyways, my Ghost Writer is a Higher Power, correction, my Ghost Writer is Higher Power, correction, I am a Higher Power, correction, I am Higher Power, let that, marinate for a minute, in the, Melting *** of America, see with, the Truth there’s no need for gimmicks, when it’s, entertaining enough just to live it, we live it, in a rush I don’t sit down I speak up, can’t stay sitting’, I speak loud but nobody says “Hush.”...

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a force so fierce that I have no defense my rushing thousand thoughts makes me tense convulsing into delusion and madness overtaken by unending sadness how can love that used to make me high now make my whole soul sigh into the breach i plunge unknown and all my front is blown i stand naked and trembling still my mind is rumbling my only hope and solution comes deep inside of me a loving Higher Power that helps me simply be

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Feb 7, 2016

Feb 7, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC

silas

rush into madeness

a force so fierce that I have no defense my rushing thousand thoughts makes me tense convulsing into delusion and madness overtaken by unending sadness how can love that used to make me high now make my whole soul sigh into the breach i plunge unknown and all my front is blown i stand naked and trembling still my mind is rumbling my only hope and solution comes deep inside of me a loving Higher Power that helps me simply be

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Truth is believed, revealed and experienced. Experience. Experience. Experience. Difficult, arduous but yield, I must. I beg you to listen... for to a mortal, it can be lethal. But I must oblige to a Great Majesty's declaration. Move in trance, there is no other way for the energy is extreme, intense and sharp. So I implore for your ears, because this is God!

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC

ram-b

Move

Truth is believed, revealed and experienced. Experience. Experience. Experience. Difficult, arduous but yield, I must. I beg you to listen... for to a mortal, it can be lethal. But I must oblige to a Great Majesty's declaration. Move in trance, there is no other way for the energy is extreme, intense and sharp. So I implore for your ears, because this is God!

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2 year's ago Hey God, it's just me. I'm trying to reach out to you again. Why don't you ever talk to me? The people at my church say that they hear your voice in their times of need. Well here I am sitting behind a closed door because I can't face anyone with tears in my eyes; but I'm reaching out to YOU...And you still don't answer my prayers. 1 year ago Things seem to be getting worst, but I'm trying to look on the bright side; I know you will make things better over time....right? That's what others are telling me. 3 months ago Actually, when I think about it; you've never answered any of my prayers You never stoped the bullying, I did. You didn't get rid of my mom's tumor, it's still there. You couldn't get me through my problems because you never answered me. I'm trying, im REALLY trying to believe in you right now but your not giving me any proof.. All I need is one, just one prayer to come true Then I will know I haven't been relying on nothing. last night No? Nothing? Really? So now it's up to me to make things better, Here's goodbye to the higher power that Is known as our Lord and savior. I just want to know why. Why when I have no proof of you, I still try? still try and talk to you, to believe in you? Why am I even writing this? Is it that you actually don't exist or that your ignoring me?

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Jun 14, 2015

Jun 14, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC

deadhope

unwanted by the higher power

2 year's ago Hey God, it's just me. I'm trying to reach out to you again. Why don't you ever talk to me? The people at my church say that they hear your voice in their times of need. Well here I am sitting behind a closed door because I can't face anyone with tears in my eyes; but I'm reaching out to YOU...And you still don't answer my prayers. 1 year ago Things seem to be getting worst, but I'm trying to look on the bright side; I know you will make things better over time....right? That's what others are telling me. 3 months ago Actually, when I think about it; you've never answered any of my prayers You never stoped the bullying, I did. You didn't get rid of my mom's tumor, it's still there. You couldn't get me through my problems because you never answered me. I'm trying, im REALLY trying to believe in you right now but your not giving me any proof.. All I need is one, just one prayer to come true Then I will know I haven't been relying on nothing. last night No? Nothing? Really? So now it's up to me to make things better, Here's goodbye to the higher power that Is known as our Lord and savior. I just want to know why. Why when I have no proof of you, I still try? still try and talk to you, to believe in you? Why am I even writing this? Is it that you actually don't exist or that your ignoring me?

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I know you're Here. I feel you. But, not in the way Some Feel you. But in the way Others, Like myself, Feel you. I feel you In the Sunset. In that golden hue Engulfing me like a Child's Summer day. I feel you In my smiles to Strangers. (A surge of AHA! hits and all is well) I feel you In the moonlight - Especially YOU, Mother, Surrounding me with Your opal Magick And reminding me Of What's really Real. Which is Her, Which is You, Witch is Me.

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC

erika-anne23

Higher Power

I know you're Here. I feel you. But, not in the way Some Feel you. But in the way Others, Like myself, Feel you. I feel you In the Sunset. In that golden hue Engulfing me like a Child's Summer day. I feel you In my smiles to Strangers. (A surge of AHA! hits and all is well) I feel you In the moonlight - Especially YOU, Mother, Surrounding me with Your opal Magick And reminding me Of What's really Real. Which is Her, Which is You, Witch is Me.

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Some mornings looking in the mirror Is like seeing a stranger in my body Trying to figure out where she came from While I'm suffocating in the unsuspecting comforts of my own body My own mind. The thoughts that consume me They aren't mine The actions that take over when things go wrong They aren't mine I'm searching for a breath of fresh air Searching for that break through moment So many people looking at me Wondering what is wrong Why am I like this. The actions that take over The thoughts that take over None of them are me I'm slowly being suffocated in my own body. Some days when I look in the mirror I just wonder what is wrong with me Why can't I just kick it to the curb Just kick everything bad that goes on inside to the side And just let it sit in the corner and be silent. Some days I wonder why everyone else has all this insight Yet I'm the one who can't seem to make it stop Some nights when I lay in bed I look out my window And wish upon a star And pray to the higher powers that be That they can take it all away. That someday I can look in the mirror and recognize the girl looking back. Recognize the woman I have become. One day I will One day that mirror will look back at me with a smile It will look at me knowing the hard times I've had And realize that I survived.

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

nena-twedell

Mirror

Some mornings looking in the mirror Is like seeing a stranger in my body Trying to figure out where she came from While I'm suffocating in the unsuspecting comforts of my own body My own mind. The thoughts that consume me They aren't mine The actions that take over when things go wrong They aren't mine I'm searching for a breath of fresh air Searching for that break through moment So many people looking at me Wondering what is wrong Why am I like this. The actions that take over The thoughts that take over None of them are me I'm slowly being suffocated in my own body. Some days when I look in the mirror I just wonder what is wrong with me Why can't I just kick it to the curb Just kick everything bad that goes on inside to the side And just let it sit in the corner and be silent. Some days I wonder why everyone else has all this insight Yet I'm the one who can't seem to make it stop Some nights when I lay in bed I look out my window And wish upon a star And pray to the higher powers that be That they can take it all away. That someday I can look in the mirror and recognize the girl looking back. Recognize the woman I have become. One day I will One day that mirror will look back at me with a smile It will look at me knowing the hard times I've had And realize that I survived.

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