Death to self-expression
a poem about wanting but never having because of the fear of the unknown version of yourself.
All the times I wanted
But never took the chance
Created a hole inside me
Death to self-expression.
Everyone wanted me to change
Forcing me to confirm
Giving into those demands
Hurts like hell.
Inside I'm breaking
Just hoping to find
Kind and understanding humans with
Love for who I am inside.
Masking is all I know,
Never sure who deserves my soul.
On the outside
Perfection, yet
Quiet thoughts destroy my creativity.
Regrets fill me.
Sometimes it's too much,
Taking a step back
Ultimately saved me.
Visions of my life come to me
Where do I go from here?
X-rays see the hole slowly closing
Yes, I can express myself again.
Zen.
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Courtney Ann
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