#intimidate
a lawyer's
batch in
a brief
if hiring
direly break
trepidation that
equality *****
when a
state of
confusion interrupts
rights to
a genuine
occupy of
love where
intent only
makes mark
in society
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
By Amoy
Hiding behind the mask of shame and pain
I pick on you just so I can build my confidence and look cool
Who will help me to unmask my pain and show my true self to the world?
I hide in the hole of my mind waiting for someone to care enough to see through my game.
I hurt people because I’m hurt; I pick on you because I was picked on
I suffer in silence only to spew the nastiest thing that my ego dispels from my soul
Can’t you see that my venom masks my pain?
Help me too; I am the victim who only knows pain and anxiety
Everyone helps the victim; can’t you see that I am a victim too?
Can’t you see that my hurt takes shape and camouflages what lies beneath?
Can’t you see I hurt too?
Tell me who helps the bully?
Is it you? Do u have time to help me?
No one will
I guess u think that I’m a lost cause as well?
I’m not a lost cause I am a worthy cause
Who will help the Bully?
If you can get me to admit that I that I need love too then you have done your job
Help me see that I am worthy, that I can be confident without causing pain
Help me to love myself, that's where most of my pain lies.
Help me; forgive me so that I can forgive myself.
Who will help the bully; is it you? We are victims too
Who will help me see that my future can be bright too?
Who will help the bully is it you?
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
She is a beautiful house full of secret rooms and intimidating paintings on the walls that would make you uncomfortable.
Only a few people get to feel like home.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
i
am the coward
that i
so pity
for not fearing
words
soon enough
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
So afraid to say what I don't mean,
That I sometimes end up not saying a thing.
Afraid I don't know as much as it may seem,
Afraid because I don't always understand the way I think.
I'm unaware of whom made these decisions,
The ones I find that I now live in,
Wake up the same but everything's shifted.
And the part I find most confusing is me,
How is it even I don't know what I need?
Afraid to write songs in case I write out of key,
Or sing the same thing on endless repeat,
Just playing through chords with no sense of beat,
Afraid to feel what I feel before knowing what I think,
To accidentally say what I don't really mean, and in doing so find that I can't trust a thing.
Don't get too close, but don't stay away.
And in all of it my dear,
Don't forget to be brave.
Because while yes it is true that I am afraid,
In bravery lies the strength to speak anyway.
I admire you.
The way you aren't afraid.
And have so much to say
and dance in a group and alone the same way.
You fascinate me.
Inspire me.
Intimidate me.
I heard you think I'm beautiful, but you don't show it.
Maybe it was a rumor, or maybe you've changed.
But I just wanted to say
I think you're beautiful either way.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC