The (un)Happy Family
/Sure we seem normal from the outside,
But look closer and you will see,
The crevasses and cracks appearing,
In this happy family…
Sure we seem normal from the outside,
But look closer and you will see,
The crevasses and cracks appearing,
In this happy family…
brain oscillation
no concentration
thought invasion
constant rumination…
I need you to help me,
But you overwhelm me.
I need support,
But I cannot bring myself to ask….
I’m sorry to confirm,
You have a case of thought worm.
Soon they will infect your brain,
With reverberated pain…
The inner storm meets outer calm.
A silent fury.
Impotent rage not expressed.
Other than here,
Other than now…
I wanna quit
I’m just not with it
Feeling like shit
Feeling like a misfit
An unfit and unlit hypocrite
In need of a refit…
Take the damn pill,
You’re on it for a reason.
It’s to stop you feeling ill,
To keep you from self-treason…
I look different from the inside.
I know what you see,
But you don’t know what I hide,
You think it’s just smiles and glee.
Really I don’t feel safe to confide,
Cause’ I’ve got demons you see…
i am but a feather
drifting between worlds
forced to float
on the whims of the wind…
If I was to die, would you cry?
Would you look up at the sky and scream why?
Would you lament being shy for not asking after I?
Please do not deny.
Just know that I am forgetting my why.
You don’t need to be a spy to see that I don’t have the energy to try…
Looks can be deceiving,
Behind a smile lies darkness,
An illness invisible.
Laughing through sorrow,
Acting through pain,
Lying to survive…
Memories compress,
In the recess of the mind.
Thoughts confined,
By the passing of time.
A shine dedicated
To a past divine.
The horrors expressed
So totally mine…
Mindless scrolling
Looking for validation online
Filling the time
Filling the void
Someone just liked my post
Fleeting happiness…
The fear of imperfection.
The fear of not being good enough.
Crippling inaction.
Stuttered words.
No self-worth.
The fear of failure causing failure.
Not inability, talent or a lack of opportunity…
Adulting, would not recommend.
There’s just too damn much to comprehend.
Work, work, work, work, no time for my friend.
Now look at that, my life’s about to end.
I do not rate,
My current adult state,
Always running late,
Trying to put food on my plate…
A flower blooms,
Its beauty unrecognised.
No depth, no feeling,
Only cold calculation, a knowing…
This is shadow work with a twist.
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