
when it usually happens – I don’t know
it’s a sudden, unsurmountable flow
there’s no action, only rejection
no feelings, just numbness
to the whole world
as if it meant to hurt me, so
I’m building my armour
I never brag, never shout
about who I am
and what I have achieved
or whatever hurts – it will all pass;
others tend to scream
their voices multiply
in my head
as if it was
not mine
but their;
my vote is invalid, they need the audience
to tell them
that they’re the best
aren’t we all
in our own subjective views on the topics?
everyone has talent, so why do we compare
each other on the page?
everyone can have the same ideas, but not at the same time
what a shame, at least we tried
to come out of our own skin
and live
for a little longer than in our dreams
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originally published at https://medium.com
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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