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Meaning(less)

A Poem by Tessa
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Sometimes I feel like I'm dancing on thin air
I ask God to purify my mind so I won't have to try so hard
To do the right thing, to be the right girl
But in the midst of it all I can't seem to look outside of myself
For the fear of my true self not being good enough for the evil that inhabits judgmental souls
I see them throw daggers at me with their eyes
And I feel the sharp blades puncture me every time
Whenever I get too comfortable with someone
We share a companionship that makes me feel safe and warm inside
Their hooks get sunken too deep inside of me
And when they leave me, I feel my flesh tear apart as the hooks are violently torn out
And I see my pain bring them happiness, it's what they wanted all along
The only way to heal the wound is by indulging in old habits
Habits that also make me feel safe and warm inside
Habits that are self destructive but create a chemical happiness
Not only am I pointlessly drifting along in this world, but obstacles are constantly being thrown my way
Knocking the air out of my lungs and pushing me back three steps
Some days I'd do anything to reach my goals, even if it meant walking on broken glass in a dark room
But some days I'd rather just stay inside my secluded bubble where I'm shielded from the world
Bordering between psychotically motivated and heavily burdened
I am not a victim
I have evil thoughts and selfish motives
But I also have good intentions and positivity
Conflicting traits that I feel are constantly at war
They scream at each other, I root for the good but sometimes I'm silently cheering for the bad
I'm gullible, I'll believe anything you say
I'll meet strangers at midnight and believe your intentions are innocent
I'll believe you're cheering me on when you're actually sticking your foot out to trip me
It's not new for people to use that weakness against me
And at night I find myself wondering why I'm faced with all of these tests everywhere I go
So many things trying to pry my heart out of my hands as I walk through the valley of life
And I know it can only mean one of two things
I'm either destined for greatness, or for doom
Perhaps it'll all be worth it in the end
Or maybe not

© 2017 Tessa


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I think we all feel a war of good and bad inside us. We all have that choice of which path.

Many time good people are taken advantage of, the older you get the more you will be able to pick the users and abusers out and stay away from them.

So many really good lines in this piece.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Good read depicting ins and outs of a judgmental woman's life. The bitter truth in bitter style.what a pathetic judgment in the line // the only way to heal the wound is by indulging in old habits //.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Tessa

7 Years Ago

sometimes when you're in an emotional state you have poor judgment, and this was meant to describe t.. read more

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Added on July 11, 2017
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Tags: depression, religiously frustrated, ranting, anxiety, mental illness

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