I feel like the people who are supposed to know me best don't know me at all. I try so hard to fit into the boxes they expect me to. I bend and contort myself until I'm almost unrecognizable but It still isn't enough. I plaster on my plastic face and check all the boxes but It's never enough. Sometimes wearing my plastered face gets so unbearable that I let the real me out. Then I'm met with words like daggers and stares like knives. I really try, believe me, I do. I crush my soul and eviscerate my mind until there's nothing me left but it's still never enough.
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A collection of poems and late night musings
PoetryJust a collection of poetry and late night musings I wrote, mainly to just vent and release feelings that I felt couldn't be explained in anything other than words. Sharing a bit of my grey world view with people, the stuff I write is pretty dark an...
