Real, raw and reckless with my mouth.
Doesn't take much to get that side to come out.
Got a lot of shit I been keeping inside.
Cat got my tongue or is it pride?
Perpetual game without the seek - was I trained to hide?
Keep up the charade - save face and live a lie.
Tired of that life - prepared to die.
Never accepted - I just wanted them to see.
But it's scrutiny, ridicule and nit picking every single part of me.
Nothing in this life is free.
And I spent my last trying to stabilize this tree.
~I.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2024 14:44
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Beautifully expressed
Thank you!
Tremendous work.
Thank you!
It reminds me of a silent scream
As if
Don't get me started you will regret it
Then you seem to control it just enough
To stabilise
Got a work or family vibe from it
Top writing once again
Yes. Life is a continuous reflection and lesson it seems.
Thank you!
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