I’m a bird in a cage, but the cage is my head,
On a walk in the park, but I’m running instead,
The bookshelf is haunted, my reflection is too,
Squeaks and whimpers out in the blue
If a woman is not confident internally.
You can only call her beautiful a handful of times.
A woman to compliment another woman is to see her true beauty within.
And at times you will know if a man sees that as well or if it's just another story for his gain with his buds to tell another tale.
But if she does not believe it herself, you will not be able to change her views otherwise.
So, tread lightly my friends.
This is a battle if you try to fix you may lose.
Internally dying
I'm quiet yes
but inside I'm a mess
Outside I look blessed
but inside I feel cursed
I look loved
but I feel hated
I appear to be smiling
but I'm dying and hurting
What you see is not real
It's all a lie, it's unreal
I hide all my pain
but nothing I gain
At night it all comes back
Back to attack
I cry silently
I cry quietly
If only my pillow could talk
It would tell
But I still wake up with a smile, walk
as if all is well
Yet I am Internally dying.
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Each day becoming easier, I go back to my routine,
The stress no longer strangling my heart, instead God's giving me peace,
Still feeling the pain from time to time, but what I've come to find,
Is that these were your problems all along, they weren't even mine,
God showed me as I felt for you in the silence you left behind,
That you were the one from the beginning, who needed me in your life,
That I wasn't searching for you, that i was content with all the love that i had,
He reminded me with all my family and friends and showed me how beautiful I truly am,
When I tend to look back I'm still hurt, and it still brings tears to my eyes,
That you couldn't see the love that made that effort and stood right in front of you the whole time,
You cried abandonment over n over, but you don't see that's what you do,
It was never them that walked away in silence, honey, it was you!,
You never learned how to communicate your heart, and now I see it's not my fault,
So I really feel bad you internalize so much, I pray God opens your heart,
There one has wrists unchained
this to all our eyes looks so free
but no one sees on the inside
is there chains there? cannot see!
All sorts of emotional damage
could be lying there deep inside
being held within it's own chains
not willing to admit it full of pride
From birth to death throughout time
stressful damage all of your days
holding you down no keys around
no hope in sight everyone says
But remember hope rests eternal
never say never God's on His throne
cry out to God the great deliverer
He's able always to rescue His own
This God is able to do all things
even to break your every chain
His son died but rose from death
so now in your life He will reign
the blood that flows through me is frozen
ever since the circle has been broken
i feel as if the whole of my history has been woven
a broken heart drenched in an ominous oblivion is now the main token
if you feel the need to return, i will be the sweating chocolate snowman and let you back in
for what is inside of me at the sight of you is automatically erased
you are the walk in closet in my brain where i can safely place my top rack in
as a result, i remain with crisp clarity and never even close to defaced
As I await another hour
And the watching of the clock
I'm torn between two lovers
Internally, I'm emotionally rocked
I'm wearing different faces
Daily, for months I do
In fear of addressing my fears
I've too much too lose
Living in the lives of hearts
So different they are to me
One I have fallen out of
The others heart I see
My life now needs addressing
For a corner I must turn
I'm wearing different faces
Whose heart shall I earn
As I await another hour
And the watching of the clock
To run from one to another
Internally, I'm emotionally rocked
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I can’t eat nor sleep,
She took what matters the most;
Reflection of me.
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