Carrying on like nothing was wrong, living a hour of lead: a moment when and where came only to the optical stare of a face in your own mirror. The eyes would speak the truth, if it not the mouth could only justify their claim. nothing seemed to take up the something; paradox it might be, the pain of naught knowing yet full aware, of inner denial of who you ought to be.
inner denial could make anyone confused and certainly conflicted. the best people in the world go thru this pain- they seem to come out the best- but yet, i still feel like sh*t as I can't.
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Inner denial... very interesting subject. The title of this poem really pulled me in and I just had to read it. I aslo think its kinda true. A lot of people deny who they really are on the inside and they just try to be something they're not. Great poem.
INNER DENIAL. VERY INTERESTING AND TRUE. WE CAN'T KEEP DENYING WHO OR WHAT WE ARE ON THE INSIDE. IF WE KEEP ON THAT WAY, WE'D BE MISERABLE FOR A LONG LONG TIME UNTIL A CERTAIN POINT OF OUR LIFE WHEN WE CAN NO LONGER TAKE IT, WHICH CAN LEAD TO FATAL DECISIONS. VERY INTERESTING WRITE.
general poetry... I feel so good when I write a work. it is like an accomplishment YOU can only do. No one else has the power to do your own artistic skill or touch. more..