#innertruth
And if the story goes—
“all dogs do go to heaven,”
the next chapter opens up
with a man at the gates.
God says, "you may enter…
by the testimony of your last dog.
The man pauses, turns, head
lowered… taking the back door.
All three know how that story ends.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 3:50 AM UTC
Victimhood is a velvet cage—
soft to the touch, fatal to the will.
Blame is the anesthesia
that dulls the truth you won’t face.
Every excuse is a contract
signing your power away.
Every scapegoat you crown
rules the life you refuse to own.
No one is coming.
No rescue, no rewrite, no hand but yours.
Pain may arrive uninvited—
but staying is surrender.
Break it.
Take the weight.
Take the fault.
Take the fire.
Or stay small
and call it survival.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 9:55 AM UTC
I believe in self-love.
I believe we shouldn’t depend on others for happiness.
But in the long run, we all need someone—
Someone who admires our efforts,
Someone who showers love and care,
Someone who stays loyal,
Someone who lifts us when we fall,
Someone to lean on—when self-care isn’t enough.
Is it too much to ask for just that?
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 12:09 AM UTC
I looked in the mirror
And got lost in the surface
I looked inward, and finally
Recognized myself —
_The Real Me_
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 11:55 AM UTC
This yearning
to inhabit ourselves fully,
to stand without disguise,
to breathe only our own breath—
someday
it will lift us higher,
carry us further,
beyond all limits
we once believed.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
What would a mirror say if it could talk back?
You stare at me as if I only show your looks.
But I reflect the weight your eyes hold.
Cactus is spiky—yet thrives where most life can’t.
Snow is gorgeous, but warmth it lacks.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 5:01 AM UTC
I am weird
Born weird
I am the only one who sees it?
Can I fake it?
Can I hide it?
Everyone wears a mask.
Some hide feelings,
Others hide desires.
But mine...
Mine is different.
It hides not what I feel,
Not what I want...
But who I am.
To hide who I am:
Differently weird.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
He is her mirror,
The one she stands before
Whether things are good or bad.
Until she walks away,
She doesn’t understand
The cracks spreading
Across her face,
Ignoring the obvious
She applies more makeup.
Though she’s gone,
Her presence lingers,
Soon to follow.
In front of her mirror,
She could speak as freely
As she wanted,
Be seen for who she is.
In front of family and friends,
She’s quiet,
Acting out of appearance,
Ignoring the space, she thought
Was empty.
She doesn’t think about it
Until a friend brings it up.
Talking about her own love life,
A place she feels secure.
Her friend’s smile, big and bright,
While she speaks.
She thinks of him,
Her mirror.
No matter how bad she feels.
He finds a way
To make her feel better.
If something is off,
He’s quick to point it out.
He’s always there when
She needs him.
She never had to speak
To be seen when he was around.
The only place she only felt whole.
The cracks on her face shows
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
There is a whole world inside you
Waiting to be shown.
When you be yourself, you be new.
Let your inner truth be known.
Each sunrise shouts for you to shine
The passion that lives in your heart.
Step straight though the finish line
For it is really just the start!
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC