Do I build a wall
Do I open a door
Just sit here and cry
Or be prideful and lie
About what is still grippping my throat
Cutting my oxygen short
Drowning my self-respect
Until I have none left
And my insecurities become stronger together
To make a show of making me better.
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Author:
anabasova (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I believe that if we allow our healing to feel weird instead of trying to justify our emotions it would be much easier to get through whatever we are going through.
- Category: Fable
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