Eyes
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She has sad eyes. Forlorn. Longing.
Young, but not innocent. She’s seen things…
I’m Coming For You
/
It’s time I got my own
From a world that didn’t care
From a world that wasn’t home
Taken and laid bare
Taken before I had grown
My home turned into a lair…
Can't Quite Express
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There are things that I want to say,
But just can't quite express.
Ruminations and meditations
That I'm too afraid to address.
Like the veil over my eyes
That keeps me hidden from the stress.
To the dark wishes
That I'm fighting to suppress…
The Barrier
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Everyone is talking,
Yet I can’t comprehend a thing.
I hear the words. See their lips move.
It falls on deaf ears. It makes no sense.
I nod and smile hoping to get it right.
‘Yes sir’, ‘No sir’, ‘Three bags full sir’…
Spiralling Into Darkness
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The clarity of the past is blinding,
With ill-conceived words
And deeds now binding.
Longing for a change inside and out,
All I’m left with now is doubt.
Don't Worry About Me
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What's wrong, are you ok?
Why don't you come out and play?
Laugh, smile and have some fun.
It is just wonderful here in the sun!
Take a chance, live a little and smile.
You know we're only here for a little while.
You’re missing out on love, adventure and life.
We never see you, are you in strife?
Choose Wisely
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Humans have a proclivity towards magical thinking. The idea that for no reason other than that we are ourselves, we will be okay. We are biased of course. We see the world through our eyes, with access to our inner world. For others, we see only actions and consequences.
But what happens when the darkness comes? When your prayers are not answered? When you fall victim to illness, or crime, or acts of nature?
What happens if you believe yourself to be above it all? That your actions have no consequence?
Contemplating these kinds of questions lead me to the decision that I should always choose wisely, because I will face consequences for my choices.
Dissociation
/
I see myself, and I see myself seeing myself;
Trapped in an infinite regress.
Triggered.
I don’t know what I am,
Other than, that I am the ‘other’.
Separated.
I sit in the eye of the storm,
Enjoying the false calm…
