IndependentA Poem by Not here
I depend on others too much to be good
and even though I know that I probably should eventually learn how to try and control my feelings, I know that they will never be whole. But the fact that they're broken in pieces doesn't mean their worth at all decreases. Even though they have lost all their glamour I refuse to go and take a sledge hammer to the small pieces that barely remain. These battled-tested walls have stood through the campaigns that life continues to send marching at me. Forget the Third Crusade. This is undoubtedly larger and heavier on the scale and even though they are endless, they will never prevail. My walls may be weak and crumbling apart but what is left of them will always protect my heart and what is still standing continues to be the hardest, most toughest walls of the rest. You see I used to stay behind my friends and just follow and if you knew me well, you'd see that I was so hollow, just lookin' to fill in all my holes with love that I sought for much more than I should of. Nowadays, I'm singing a different tone and if back then I would have somehow known that the path I followed led to insecurities and I would have lived my whole life trying to appease then I definitely would have picked a different path because now I'm forced to survive in the aftermath of me getting hit by a few atomic bombs. No amount of supposedly helpful psalms will help get me through this disastrous day and I love my friends to death but what they say will never get me to live my life okay. Only I can decide what I'm going to feel because I can change my emotions with the turn of a wheel. Empathy, pity, grief or sadness, or I can feel happiness and choose gladness. This is my only choice at the time because suicide wouldn't make a very good rhyme and no matter how much I talk about taking my own life, I know I wouldn't be making a plan for it, at least not anytime soon. I've still got potential as high as the moon even if I sometimes I can't see it. I'll always find a way to just free it, whether it's making masterpieces and rockin' the mic or going crazy, just sayin' whatever I feel like; every sort of rhyme, story, or achievement has helped me learn what to do and helped me freed it. And life has played some unusual tricks, cruel things they did to me. No quick fix was available to me for all of the broken bones so I stood up and caught every one of the stones that were thrown at me. I refused to stay on the ground where I used to just lay. Now I'm different, and I don't depend on anybody. And every friend I have to hold me up when I fall but upon them I will never call because they have their own way in which they are needing so they don't need to be worrying about my exceeding insanity. But I'm alright because everyday I'm alive is just another fight. Nowadays I'm in Round Five-thousand Two-hundred Ninety-six but my life match has had a wholesome mix of throwing punches and receiving blows in return and in some rounds we decide to totally spurn fighting and continue to go along with peace but peace doesn't last forever. The beast inside of us all has to continue to fight. It's up to us all to choose what we might decide to put the work effort into because only through that may we begin to understand life and what it can be. However, to me, living happily seems everyday more and more to agree with being who I want to be, how I choose. As long as I continue to be me, I won't loose my identity because I'm making it rock-hard. This armor of mine may be quite battle-scarred and sometimes I may get caught a little off-guard but that won't stop me. I give the haters no regard as I continue on, marching even though marred. This is me now, I'm the superintendent of making my decisions. I choose to be independent.
© 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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