Ava
People always tell me,
“You are so strong”. I think to myself, self, are we strong?
I slink at the comment as my inner persona shrieks.
If I am strong why do I feel so weak?
So tired?
So…
Wrong
So
Hmm…how to put it?
Like, everything I am supposed to be; but with darkness mixed in between
And dreams wasted on me
A life not meant for tales of torment and woe
Yet they follow me wherever I go
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?” I yell but no one looks up to see
They are oblivious to the fact that I am silently dying
Like I am merely miming the version of myself that I am meant to be
But underneath, my parts are rusting, and I am not me.
“NOT ME AT ALL!”
I shriek and I shrike as She takes over
When She gains control that is when I get the loudest
Barely loud enough for people to now notice
The bowed heads, impenetrable now raise as my voice begins to shake
I am on top of a remarkably high sea and misery is within me calling to end this suffering
Its too late now though…
The tides call to me like a siren’s song
Waiting to eat its prey within the salty depths of this internal hellish scape
And here I lay
I wait…
Whispering like a softness then like a storm made of all the 7 seas
She calls to me--desolation and destruction her middle names
The name of the woman I so loathe to be
Ava the girl that is but is not me
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