The Power!A Poem by Chaos ComplexJust some self motivation.
[Chorus:]
So I use another blank slate- To chip in all my mistakes. Toss it in the air with a smirk on my face, Watch it hit the ground and shatter in a break. I'm playing catch up from all these wasted days! Gone are the times where I linger on the past! Life is moving on- it'll leave me so fast! So I gotta be on top of my game, I don't plan on being last! I roll up my sleeves and concentrate on my task: Creating myself A brand new mask, For a persona Out of scratch! One that will cover the scars, Of all of my working hard: But will show off the glow- Of my golden heart! I want to remember what it was like- To get back into a worthy fight! And forget all my sorrows- While aiming for a better tomorrow! [Chorus] I used to be stuck in a shell, Wondering why I was trapped in hell. Counting the days, knowing no shine- Only this darkness inside of my mind. I swallowed pills in hope of surpassing, Only to be caught by violent grabbing; From all my doubts which lingered about- And pulled me down till I almost drowned. For most of my life, I've lived like a zombie- Looking for warmth; had the wrong one's around me. Tricked and fooled, used till I mewled. Staggered at every obstacle. My mind was dull- And my soul was dusty, All I wanted was for someone to love me. To be cherished unconditionally; But then I understood non-fictionally, Under being further inspected: I couldn't get that until my self-appreciation was corrected. [Chorus] Told I was cute, but always felt ugly- So much so that it started to bug me. Even when hugged- I felt like a monster, And for years these feelings I've fostered. Self-esteem turned to self-demean, Which is why I even abandoned me. Out of my body I watched in despair, As I lost every single care. But then a jolt came from out of my despair, Like shock from an electrical chair- I realized that this wasn't fair; Punishing myself when nothing was even- Authority was crooked and fiendish; So how could I live to the rules they established? I would take control just like a fascist- Decided I would flush all my tablets- I needed to find a healthier habit. So here again I write, As I try to gain more insight- And realize that there's more worth in my life, I'll keep working to earn all of my stripes. So my fingers they dance over this keyboard- Just as I murmur these words out: "I have the power to, Turn things around. " © 2010 Chaos ComplexAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 13, 2010 Last Updated on March 13, 2010 Tags: power, love, depression, control, confidence, help AuthorChaos ComplexFLAboutI like to express my emotions and feelings in poetry. I write a lot of rap/hip hop stuff. I'm really vulgar. Deal with it. I don't get many reviews, but thank you to those who even bother to re.. more..Writing
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