I'm a chaotic kill spree-er. I am a magnanimous goddess relieved.
Half of me is an absolute Queen sneering at anyone who looks at me wrong.
The other half of me is always running after that which is long gone.
I'm never as how everyone perceives, but I will never let my mask drop, and you'll never see me on my knees.
Who am I you ask of me?
I am that part in us all that will protects the little girl inside. I wage wars against the world while she runs and hides.
I am the side of you that cannot risk being hurt, who'll lash out to protect feelings that lay behind my walls, inert.
I am the one who will hurt you should you try to get close, beating the truth that I'm a coward into a pulp.
I'll puff my chest out & scream in angry pride, but what you'll never know about me is how very scared I am inside.
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Thanks for reading! - Sam
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Comments (5)
so very good
Wow Sam. What a great portrayal of a hurt soul lashing out. Love it. 🥰
Well written Thank you for sharing ✍️🏆♦️♦️♦️♦️
This piece really captures the push and pull of strength and vulnerability. It’s raw, relatable, and reminds us how we all carry that fierce protector inside. Thanks for sharing, Sam!
The lines about the "Queen sneering" and the constant pursuit of "that which is long gone" beautifully illustrate the push-and-pull between strength and vulnerability. Truly impressive work.👍✨