Repression
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There's nothing so much that scares me more,
Than the soft and prickly things that start small,
In the cracks of humanity, growing like sponges,
Lose the Suit
By Nicole Mashek
I am never sure if I should be dissatisfied or take pride in the identity I have made throughout my growing years.
Silently pondering
Hiding the pain and strain
Giving me no absolute gain
Ranting mind,
unforgiving memories
Repressed feelings
Wish I could take them away
Inspire me beloved poetry,
surrounded in nothingness,
alone and lonely,
no place to call home but hell,
but if hell is my realm then what next may come,
asked I the suicidal bastard son,
