if I could turn myself inside out
you would refrain from saying a lot of things that you do.
If the thoughts I have could create objects
I would be a swordsmith
And you'll watch me crumble as I sharpen those knives on my bleeding skin.
You would not care
Although you'd act like you do.
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if you were truthful
and your affections were tangible
then for every moment that you connect with someone
A sandcastle would emerge
waiting for the waves of uncommitted attention
to wash it away.
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But because these things are not seen
And intentions don't lie on one's face.
You sympathetically tell me
"Don't do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable."
When I'm hardly trying
Just because you want to seem caring.
And I watch your politically correct sympathy
With your politically correct smile
Try to appeal to my senses.
How patronising.
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Everyone loves you until they have to know you
And everyone is there until they have to care
Suddenly star filled nights switch to starless clear skies.
who knew darkness was so liberating?
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It is one thing to uncomfortably rise to comfort
And another to comfortably fall to dismay.
I guess that's why destruction is easier
And the wicked have it their way.
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Because it is easier to remain in a bubble
In an illusion of safety
Than toil to build a brick wall.
It is easier to use sand as cement
than 'nothing at all'.
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and for every foundation gone awry
Is a crumbling house.
for every part left unrefined
is potential loss.
For when you turn to comfort
as an excuse to maintain your flaws
that is exactly how
great nations fall.
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12.01.23
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
PoetryKnow Thyself - Socrates Have you ever felt like a stranger to yourself? Like you're here, but lost? Just another performing mask in a sea of faces? Another wandering being made of dust? • Finding yourself and healing amidst dark moments of life i...
