UnauthenticA Poem by caterpillarThis is my struggle. I realize I am direct with others because I don't like being accused of being unauthentic. I enjoy my empathy, because it's not sympathy. I don't just feel sorry for people, I feel their pain, I feel their struggles. The hardest part is I know most people are parading around in masks. Throughout my life it has felt like little pieces of my soul have been killed off by the unauthentic individuals. I just can't not understand why anyone would desire to objectify or use anyone as a bandaid to their own personal pain. Then discard them once they've bled into them. I crave a genuine honest connection with another human. I genuinely value other humans. I am in constantly seeking the evolution of human consciousness. I am in constant forgiveness of others, and not shocked when by another's lack of self-awareness and the fact that they cannot be honest with themselves. However, I find I am often rejected or people attempt to use me. Yes, I have fallen into traps. I do not want to go into isolation although it is sometimes tempting. The world seems overwhelming at times. I know I am not too much. I possibly could be too much for others. I am not afraid to say I like company and I like being alone, there is balance. I've always been that kid people wanted to abuse or molest, so now as an adult it's become kind like predator knows prey. I realized I need to safe guard myself. I see the things unseen and I often don't like what I see or know about people. I hate the knowing. I hate allowing it. I hate being disappointed in advance knowing that the outcome will ultimately lead to my heart ache. I hate that I was attracted to a false representation. Why can't people just tell the truth? I want to believe there are good in people in the world, but sadly I am finding that there are few. © 2017 caterpillarAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
86 Views
1 Review Added on April 30, 2017 Last Updated on April 30, 2017 AuthorcaterpillarCAAboutOthers will be attracted to your beauty, but wholeness is found in yourself more.. |