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Brooklyn Jul 9
Medusa was wronged.
Killed because of a stupid god.
R@p&d and then thrown off.
Shamed to the end.
They made her.
Created her evil song.
Then Killed her because of another mans flaw.
Her killers were named gods,
while she sat alone surrounded by stone and rocks.
Why were we told,
she’s the monster.
The snake.
The killer and more.
We let the man make the story,
so the women could pay.
We believed with innocence,
because of her looks which were frayed.
Then when we learn the tale,
were told she did it on purpose.
“She was pretty, it’s her fault.”
“She seduced him, she was purposely hot.”
“She wanted the attention, it was consensual”
“What was she wearing?
It’s probably her fault.”
This story was told,
from the wrong point of view.
Medusa was just a girl,
r@p&d by some dude.
Blamed for his sin.
She paid his debt.
Then became a pawn in his stupid scheme.
Next the man wrote the story.
And she become his monster within.
So why do we let them tell our story’s?
Why do we fall into the morally wrong perspectives?
Medusa was a queen,
written by a beast.
That’s the whole story,
not one of some evil snake fiend.
Brooklyn Jul 8
My life is falling.
           It’s like I can’t see myself,
                   the words are getting smaller.
                             Someone, anyone help please.

I don’t understand why.
          Why this world has failed me.
                   Why I wish for pain.
                               Just so I can feel.

I’m so confused why life feels.
                                                 As.
                                                     If.
                                                       It’s.
                                                         Underwater.
                                                                Drowned.

Am I going insane?
    I’ve started counting days.
         Days till what,
              I can’t even explain.
                    How long have I been here?
                          When did I go insane?

Life is meaningless,
      I no longer see in a straight line.
             My sight is jacked up.
                 Just like my brain.

I don’t even know what I’ve written,
       what I’ve confessed.
              This poem is a mess.
                     That represents my failed brain.

Help me please,
   I’ve gone insane.
      My life has fallen.
          In drowning in pain.
               This is my final plea for help.
                     Before the demons enter,
                           and I’m gone into flames.
Brooklyn Jul 8
I want to say sorry.
I see now it was my fault to.
I ghosted you that’s not right.
Even if what you did was wrong to.
Deep down I miss you,
and wonder every night.
If you think of me as much as I do.
I wish we were still friends,
I know it’s my fault tho.
We’re both messed up ,
and I should have just been honest.
So I really want to apologize,
For not being true.
I left you in your hardest time.
Now there’s no going back.
No time left to say sorry.
So to anyone listening I’m really truly sorry.
Please, please forgive me.
Brooklyn Jul 7
Embarrassed
To speak
Shame
It makes me feel weak
Hate this feeling
I want to bury it deep
Hide in the shadows
So I’m not seen
I cringe at myself
And wish to run free
I have so much shame
It’s eating at me
Help me escape
Before the shame defeats me
Brooklyn Jul 7
Lifes a game.
You must be ten steps ahead.
Play chess, while they play checkers.
Really I don’t know how to play either.
I’m behind stuck in checkmate,
cornered now stuck in a fork.
My brain is starting to go insane.
I can’t trust anyone in this game.
I start to wonder,
who am I really playing against?
If feels like I’m playing me vs me.
Im so far behind I can’t even see
who’s playing this messed up game with me.
I must work overtime so im not blocked.
I must think ahead so im not lost.
But im starting to understand,
im gonna be ready now.
Because now im playing 3d chess,
and your stuck in checkers.
So you better be ready.
Brooklyn Jul 7
What to do.
What to say.
What to write.
I feel trapped in every way.
Theirs nothing I want to do,
but lay around all day.
It’s my own problem.
But it makes me hate everyone.
I just can’t get up,
but I should.
I guess life’s burnt me out,
and left me to drown.
Brooklyn Jul 6
Goodbye childhood,
you’ve been taken away.
Now im left to deal with adulthoods messed up craze.
I’m not that old, but my back feels so heavy.
I miss being young and playing dumb games,
Instead now I’m left to study with pain.
Life’s burdens and troubles,
they break us down.
They steal our old loves,
and leave us alone to drown.
My childhood gone,
I guess it’s time to say, goodbye.
Goodbye to young joys,
and hello to old pains.
Childhood is gone, wellcome to your new chains.
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