change in mentality
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I gaze out at the nothingness beneath the depressing gray sky.
The ground is a grave.
The trees are skeletons.
They have recently been stripped of their skin.
Oh when will I see my love again?
I used to think money was the root of all evil
Until I realized in myself
Truly it's anxiety in people
Money can be good when we discuss economy
But let's go back to anxiety...
What a strange being you are.
God knows where I would be
If you hadn't found me
Sitting all alone in the dark.
I bow down my head
With sadness in my eyes.
Arms wrapped around me
Sometimes I see you
You're still beautiful as ever
All the words you say
You say,
"I love you"
With those words
I always believe
I start to think about our future
The possibilities we may have
Padded locks lining the door frame,
Keeping the monsters outside at bay.
Attempting constantly to have monsters tamed,
I bash my head on the walls until it cracks open
I let everything pour out soupy and thick
like egg yolks
You’re a hero in all the sticky crimson lies.
Aren’t you proud soldier?
Forever stained with back-home grateful eyes.
Where’s this so called ‘danger’ you saved us from?
I cannot live without knowing that I am in control of my life...
I am a dancing flame.
I am everlasting and vibrant.
I glow brighter with every passing hour.
We have all known that to survive in a place all alone
It is the will of your destiny that has been sewn
Through all existence, it has been fight or flight
but what you don't realize is that it's the mental might
Dear mom,
I am here to say I'm sorry.
I am sorry I'm not the little girl you wanted me to be.
I'm sorry that I'm hurting you.
I'm sorry you have to deal with me.
I'm sorry for not giving it my best.
I wish you could have watched me grow up
I wish you had held me when I was scared,
You treated me like I was a hiccup
Almost like you hadn’t cared
I wish you could have known I was a “daddy’s girl”
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words always scar
Negligence to be the same
Falling down the road to self hate
They say, “Retarded, idiotic, queer”
Change?
Could you spare some change?
Maybe the question should not be could you spare change but will you dare to change?
