Open Poetry #45 |
Internal Torture |
SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
I couldn't force myself to believe that what I was seeing was true All these hidden lies, now exposed on the screen in front of me Every sin was so easily accessible, thousands of labeled pages waiting for me to open About every time "my everything" went wrong This dream I had gave me another darkened view of this viewpoint I'd die to lose It's just me, and I'm well aware, but I have to decide if the tension it causes daily is worth the fight The hair stands up on my arms, and my stomach rises up towards my chest They don't understand, I'm haunted every time I open my eyes Because of the nightmares I've dreamt while they were closed I promise myself I would rather not know About the events that unfold in front of him Maybe I'd be much better off If I stopped caring, to begin with But I was never the one to find a happy median It's one or the other, right and wrong, black or white These tricks I play on my own mind, they're worse than any trauma anyone has ever put me through Honestly I'd like to say I never felt sick, like I wanted to give up everything And fade away into the state of mind that consisted of nothing I'd like to say this is me, it's been me the whole time And you'll have to believe that I can't change my forbidden opinion Why would I? Because you'll never understand? Just keep in mind At least you're not the only one on your side And when everything falls apart, you'll still have your insults Those little things you took from me Hoping I would see things your way So that we could get along again, maybe fall in love again But you never gave a second glance You never offered a steady hand To help me see a better side Of our dehumanizing culture I'll lie alone from here on out In my own internal torture Emily Shives 12/20/09 |
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