no man has ever found
my broken to be beautiful
they’ve only used the cracks
to slip their lies into me
as they offer a hand to stand
so they can then pull the rug out from under me
stay down
they say
you’re not fit to walk amongst us
the beautiful
the blessed
the best
it has been decreed
you shall forever be
the bullied girl on the playground
(no one coming to your rescue)
with no place to escape
because the monkey bars are too high
and I’m afraid of heights
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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I can’t ‘like’ this, but it is really well written. Really hits home.
Thank you Tric. I wish I didn’t feel that way most days, and still picture myself as that girl on the playground.
That’s tough. And to me you’ve always come across as someone I’d enjoy hanging out with.
We would have a total blast! 🙂