Meaning(less)A Poem by Tessa***
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
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2 Reviews Added on July 11, 2017 Last Updated on July 11, 2017 Tags: depression, religiously frustrated, ranting, anxiety, mental illness Author
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