slambehindthecurtian
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Why even try? Constantly feeling the need to get their approval and for what? Praise? Recognition? Why is it that you go out of your way for them, after everything? An apology?
I’m not supposed to call it mine
My anxiety and depression isn’t supposed to be mine,
I’m supposed to distance myself because somehow that helps.
Somehow saying it isn’t mine
makes it okay
~a heart once so pure
Heavy with burdens
~Smiles turn to gold
Shy to break, soft to hold
~molded in flawless to be just flaws
~A heavy broken smile is all I am
A smile,
a giggle,
and cheerful hello.
This is what they see.
But,
is it the real me?
Inside I am in a panic,
running around,
crying,
dying.
“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain”.
I hide behind a mask because I am nervous.
My heart pounds.
My stomach hurts.
My palms sweats.
Nervousness.
Who I am to you?
A woman.
A woman who has fun.
Who like to venture out and dance.
A woman with motivation and focus.
Someone who likes to run and lift.
A fashionista.
We all wear the mask but how long can it last?
How long will it be before someone finds me out?
Will it be after I graduate from college?
Will I be discovered after I have my first born child?
Chorus:
I'm stressed out
A lot of stuff on my mind, I don't know what to do
I'm stressed out
I just want to be alone, so I'm sitting in my room
I'm stressed out
Tori
Content, friendly, and dramatic
Lover of modeling, fine arts, and vacations
Who feels nervous for the future, wholesomeness with life, and comfort from my caring family
You had all of me
Then you burn the sheets
On the bed we slept
And the bed I sleep
burning our love
You broke my heart
Ripping the skies
but thru those cloudy days and pain
I saw light
Child upon the horse
Horse runs strong with a spirit
He sees through the lies
Spirit brings life to the girl
My shoes squeak, my hair rustles, and my eyes wander. But I am neither heard, felt, nor seen.
Students with satisfied smiles and amused eyes scramble before me, hustling to their next class.
Traveling slowly through the thickness of Time
As others gallop, trot, amble and stand still with it,
Time pulls me back, embracing me in every
dull, dank, drastic memory that is withheld,
Once there was a man who left
and his little girl was sad
she cut her wrists and bleed for him
as she wished to call him, dad
there was an incident that spurred the path
the family was split
Ooh, Ooh, For you I had a change of heart, Don't know where to start, What I'm about to say may surprise you, But now I see it clear Life ain’t always fair, What can you do, When you don't wanna hurt him, Cuz you don't deserve him, And there's no
