The strings pull and the world blurs
As I let the words sink in
Fat.
Ugly.
Awkward.
Weird.
Wrong.
I look into the mirror and a monster looks back
Growing stronger with each word, judgement, label
They tie knots around my spirit
Restricting me; controlling me.
(They're suffocating.)
I'm tangled in their web
But the harder I struggle, the tighter they get
And I can't seem to disentangle myself.
(I'm so tired.)
So eventually I stop fighting
I can't do it any longer
I let the strings control me.
And I watch my life pass by
As the strings pull taunt and the world blurs around me
I let myself fade away from the pain.
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Author:
Dreamer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 13th, 2023 15:41
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Sad, and very emotional. A beautiful write.
Thank you, that means a lot
Changing the words into a powerful tool of resilience…very much enjoyed this…
Too much upset can make us dissociate .. I understand that . A sad but good writing
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