i'm missing somethingA Poem by bloop.pookim missing something and i dont know what it is bad friend i was a bad friend to my friends, family, to me to me i treated everyone badly because I treated myself badly oh how i see that i see that now everyday cant escape i mourn i mourn everyday because its too late its too late to recognize that now 22 years late everyone has their support system im on the outside begging to be let in but i dont know how
im missing something I want meaningful connection I try to reconnect with old souls who have treated me so well with meaning but it feels fake bc i am fake i am a fraud it feels like love bombing. God I hate love bombing its just been so long and im trying os hard to connect is that the same as love bombing? it feels like no one likes me but is tolerating me they are genuine people they wont just tell me leave them alone idk if this makes it better or worse to have this false sense of hope
i feel like they think im crazy or having some mental episode am i having a mental episode? i used to not anymore I take care of me now but it feels so lonely just to take care of me im sorry to the people who loved me that I could not love back I’m here now
my lack of connection is from my childhood its all I knew, this conditional love i hate it. I was lonely then and I am lonely now but its so hard unlearning these behaviors im really trying and I feel like ive made so much progress i sometimes see that progress and it makes me happy but sometimes I stand in the shower with the steaming water hitting my face rewinding and reliving events comments moments and think how I am the source of my pain, my loneliness and not some outer force no one to blame just me I want genuine connection. I want to show up because I love you I love being around you. I want to be there for you I want to be there to celebrate your wins I want to be there when you are going through a rough time I want to be there to experience life with you. I want to be present I’m present now. I don’t live in my head anymore Why is it not working? I’ve been trying so hard to be present
but its too late , im outside this large bubble inside are all the people encapsulated with this warmth: genuine love this bubble i see it now, pushing through the soapy thick film is impossible It feels forced. I feel it. you feel it. and if i stop trying for one second pushing my palms through the bubble just for one second i pop back out the bubble where i started Alone. except this time, the force of the bubble pushes me to ground. Pointing out, mocking how dumb my efforts are how I am still the same person begging for validation. pathetic, narcissist, toxic, no self respect now I’m alone and feel disgusted with myself. Great.
I’ll get back up and pick up the remains of me i'll try again in hopes I can reach you But deep down i think i know its too late cause im missing something im scared i do know what it is but it hurts too much to say © 2022 bloop.pookAuthor's Note
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Added on October 19, 2022 Last Updated on October 19, 2022 Authorbloop.pookAboutjust a senior college student, looking for an outlet to talk about the immigrant first generation college girl experience. love to connect more.. |