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Anony Mous Jan 2011
This fear
Is nowhere near
Anything I have experienced before
Leaving me shaken to the core
Wretched and poor
Happiness no more

This pain
Attains
Nothing  but lies
Watching my spirit die
While everyone is standing by
Receiving countless irritated sighs

All I know how to do is fail
My bones are so frail
Fresh thoughts have grown stale
My insecurities come at me like hail

I'm sorry I turned out this way
All that is pure has gone astray
I realize it's not okay
The more and more that I decay

This isn't who you wanted me to be
I am anything but happy and free
I never wanted this, you see
But it's these profound insecurites

I apologize
I know you put that pain in disguise
When I bombarde you with lies
Causing your anxiety to rise
You can't hide it, I can see it in your eyes

I tried and I tried
To keep you satisfied
Was it so hard to comprehend the words that I cried?
In you
In this life
I no longer confide
no structure or anything, just a poem I jotted down a very very long time ago that expresses the feelings that I kept bottled up.
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2020
.the cardinal-dittoheads... the anchors that read from a cue... the basic tapeworms of: auto- and spasms... herr spaß... some say: pristine grammar, and hardly any spelling mistakes... because... you bring an ummy: and braille... to gold-dig the priße.... the siamese twins shifted "gear"... moved from vermont to northumbarland... so driving on the "opposite" side of the road... seems or would forever seem: normal... atom-bombarde with a leftover of letters... giraffe tyrone and schlang: the holy trinity of: ⠊⠉ ⠥: i see you: IÇU (ee, oh y o)...

the secular church of woke -
or whatever you call it -
plato despised the poets: almost a priori
from the "utopia"...
of "the" republic...

otherwise, what?
journalists are the priests of the secular
church?
journalists becoming allowed to savor
a priesthood-caste status...
with no church akin to a st. paul's
cathedral... but a glass-ceiling
and the wandering shard...

that these days journalists feel
impelled to be treated as the ancient lore
of the priest?!
the journalist these days
is the neupfarrer...

******* to the load of them...
but unlike the modern day priest...
i would not wish to be...
burnt at the stake...
by some... weak-cognißant: button-pressing
circus monkey!

how a priest became a journalist...
or how a journalist became a priest...
how horrific my heresy...
would have have to be...
to burn at the stake...
compared... to...
the "compensation" on offer from...
the current journalistic-priesthood
of secularism.

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