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Does the Colour Red Scare You

They called me diseased.
 
Mentally ill.
 
…Is it really that horrifying to “cope” this way?
 
When is reality it’s no worse than smoking or drinking
 
With those addictions you can’t see the physical damage inflicted
 
It’s all internal.
 
So why is this worse?
 
Worse than the burning of liquor as it rushes down your throat to contaminate
 
Your mind and smother unwanted thoughts,
 
Worse than the melting of your lungs with each drag
 
From that so loved ciggarette that you just can’t seem to escape
 
Even though it’s breaking you from the inside out..
 
So why is this fixation so looked down upon?
 
I don’t understand!!
 
Why is this any worse than being an alcoholic or being addicted to drugs?
 
All these cravings damage you physically!
 
Is it because the resulting affliction can be seen?
 
the external wreckage that’s coloured crimson

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Don'T Blink, Because Anything Could Change In the Span of a Second

You told me all I need is change
 
But..what if if I don’t want to be altered?
 
And what if I’m the one thing that doesn’t need to change?
 
maybe it’s the world that needs to stop
 
It’s spinning around too fast
 
Shaking everything up
 
And it’s hard to see where to go
 
Dust has clouded my sky
 
Everthing I knew is gone
 
Vanished at the slightest tip of the scales
 
Who or what caused it?
 
..I may never learn
 
But the world as I knew it
 
Is Different
 
It has all been modified
 
So maybe I don’t need to change.
 
Maybe the world just needs to stand still for a moment
 
And remember the way things used to be
 
Instead of defining how things should be.
 
I am sick of the accusations
 
That keep coming my way
 
Yes I know I seem stuck in wishful thinking
 
That all I do is dwell on the past
 
But what else do I have?
 
The past is what makes me
 
It shapes my very being
 
So what else do I have ??
 
Friends? family? no…
 
Those bridges set fire

And were left charred beyond recognition 
 
Mutilated memories of laughter and smiles
 
Tainted by mistakes and distrust
 
All I have left is myself.
 
The only thing I have left is Me
 
So I ask you..do you think it is fair of you to even suggest that I change?
 
How can you even justify what you’ve said?
 
And why on earth would I want to change the only constant I’ve ever had?
 
I’ve stayed true to myself
 
When no one else would….
 
Ahh….I suppose what I am really trying to say is
 
That I will change myself when and however I want. 
 
But I will not do it because of what someone else thinks is right for me  
 
I will be Me.
 
Not that person everyone is imagining I could be
 
Because I will never be that person.

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Dearest Mama

Words like vomit
 
Disgusting horrible things spewing from your mouth
 
The mouth that used to form the words
 
“I love you”
 
Oh how the times have changed..
 
As children I’m sure we were just so easy
 
To persuade..
 
To decieve…..
 
To control…….
 
See, little ones don’t ask the hard questions
 
The ones that have difficult answers…
 
They don’t realize what’s going on
 
They can’t see the whole picture..
 
Comprehend it.
 
They don’t understand
 
That one day..
 
Their vision will clear
 
Ignorance is bliss but now it’s gone
 
Obliterated
 
Now mommy and daddy are Always fighting
 
Screaming..shouting..
 
Violence that only happens on the inside of these shaking walls
 
Things that would normally would be kept inside
 
brushed away to the back of your mind…Shoved Away..
 
Come spilling out all at once.
 
Apalling..cruel….heinous indications…assumptions..
 
Thoughts that should’ve been banished from your mind to begin with
 
Are flowing from your angry tongue
 
The lips that used to whisper “I love you”
 
Ruining any chance of redemption
 
Any possibility that we could fix this…
 
There are so many names for what just happened
 
So many labels that you can apply to this mess
 
these last few pages of the chapter..
 
I starting a new one tomorrow..
 
Breaking off. Severing myself from this shit
 
I can see clearly now
 
and I’m not liking what I see
 
My childhood was a lie
 
Every word was a lie
 
You were a lie

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Food For Thought

Self esteem is like glass
 
One tap or slight disturbance
 
It shatters into amillion pieces
 
Never the same again
 
It can be “fixed”
 
but not all the pieces will fit correctly
 
Warped and distorted
 
Fragile and at it’s best
 
Something else entirely
 
Thicker in some areas
 
Thin as a sheet of paper in others