Expectations brings
about self deprecations,
sometimes I wonder if
the thoughts running
through my head are
my own or somebody
else’s?
The world lives
in constant turmoil,
waves crashing,
tides swerving in
and out from open-
ended beaches,
abysmal delays of
the lighthouse directory,
guided by supplemental
shocks of lightening
rays trajectory.
I stand firmly in front
of the baseless sandcastle,
a fragile foundation of
past voices from lurking
shadows who slowly
poisoned its interior,
lack of motivation,
wandering in between
spaces incoherently,
my mind in anxiety help-
lessly what I could
not understand,
the words stare back
at me in silence gradually
suppressing the last
bit of life found closing
in underneath,
time holds on as
it falls into deep
sleep.
Our innocence was taken.
Our youth was was tortured.
Our identity was buried.
Our self worth forgotten.
But we remember our shame.
Our memory is branded with the scars.
Our self esteem is crushed to smithereens.
We lack self confidence and hide in the darkness.
When the light gleams we shy away.
But we remember our shame.
We didn’t know life could be so cruel and cold.
An uphill battle against the world and wind.
No one to confide in, no one to talk to.
No one to wipe away the tears.
But we remember our shame.
The thought lingers,
Was it something I said,
That led you astray,
sent you on your way,
lowered your selfesteem
or
was it the dream world
you wandered around in
looking for a special kind
of something...
Fantasies bouncing around
In your head
or
was it something I said
that drove you out
into the night
never to return.
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