We all have darkness inside us. None of it looks good It's all ugly. But it's just one face of humanity. Don't you want to be seen Fully? Never again, will I be a victim. I keep my burdens to myself. I hold them in an air-tight container, sealed shut, only accessible to myself. And … Continue reading This is what my darkness looks like
Tag: anxiety
Lonely
I'm good at being lonely I wish I wasn't. I deny myself many things I love I hope a companion isn't one of them. I weather many things alone Like a lone bolder amidst rapids But my spine will break with high enough tides. I need someone if I am to stay afloat in this … Continue reading Lonely
Perhaps I Needn’t Be Afraid?
I've been thinking a lot about fear, recently. It's almost always lurking somewhere in the backstage shadows of my mind, waiting to pop out once a show is finished. It motivates me to be and to do. Sometimes its healthy, most of the time its not. But always needed, strangely. I recently had a nightmare. … Continue reading Perhaps I Needn’t Be Afraid?
We Need to Dream
"What do you want to do?" A question that has long daunted me and one I try to push to the back of my mind... But also one I try to pull back to the front because I know how important it is. I didn't know the answer to this question when I started college, … Continue reading We Need to Dream
Under the Stairs
I remember him Perfectly. At times it feels like I was given a little demon I can't get rid of An anger constantly waiting for the right moment to burst A shame no one would have guessed lies behind the facade of my delightful smile A burning fire inside my heart that I both hate … Continue reading Under the Stairs
My Necessary Detriment
There's something about weddings that equally fills my heart as well as hurts it. I've just attended three weddings in one month. I was ecstatic to have been able to be part of them all and to witness such an incredibly special day. I was part of something that brought people together. People. That's what … Continue reading My Necessary Detriment
What I Say
I need saving from myself. I am Complacent. And I hate it. "Then stop moaning about it and do something!" I say to myself. The two of us aren't very kind when we talk. "No shit dumbass, because you'll never motivate yourself unless someone's kicking your ass!" That's true I hate being pushed around. It … Continue reading What I Say
Smile
Nobody likes an insecure person. So I'm sorry. But it's alright because I've learned by now To hide the signs you've hurt me. It's the little things That slip past my armor's cracks Which are the injuries I'll never show. Because who likes someone who can't take a joke? But you'll never know it stung … Continue reading Smile
The Making of... 