Dying In Your Own Skin or The Struggle Isn't As Real As You Think It IsA Poem by Bill SchultzWhat happens when you're in love and that mixes with your social anxiety and you're decaying sense of self worth.If I could get up then I would. Push boulders up steep hills. Marathon around the globe. Get up, move my feet, and dance the time away.
But I'm just sitting. Waiting. Dying in my own skin. Perpetually treading water, hoping not to drown. Self centered eyes shut. Refusing to see that the water's only waist deep.
Rib cages make retaining walls, be it a leak or a flood. And if your heart creeps up through your throat, swallow it back down. Its better to cough then to stumble.
Awkward glances and quick turn away. Mutter a quick joke, a bad one. Mutter a laugh, mutter a weak one. Retreat back to your corners. To safety. Hesitate. Contemplate your next move. Strategize.
You'll never
have the nerve. The nerve to go driving at full speed. The nerve to
accept the inevitability that in time you'll crash and burn. To
accept that they will eventually go up in flames as well " and that
you will have had a hand in it. No. Stay away. Then, at least, your
fingerprints won't be on the wheel. © 2014 Bill SchultzAuthor's Note
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Added on February 2, 2014 Last Updated on February 2, 2014 Tags: romance, love, social anxiety, fear, loneliness, the struggle, boy meets girl, boy, girl AuthorBill SchultzChicago, ILAboutEllo dear anonymous person on the other side of the interwebs reading this. How are you doing today? My name is Bill. I'm not very good at writing these "About Me" sort of things. I don't particularly.. more..Writing
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