You believe you're untouchable,
Yet the cracks in your mask are always there.
The crowd applauds your hollow show,
A fragile throne built on despair.
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You pretend to be nice in front of the world,
But what I see up close is insecurity.
Hiding beneath a performance that never stops,
Demanding attention with false purity.
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None of my scars came from an enemy,
They all came from people I loved.
The daggers were sharpened in 'loving' hands,
And innocence buried or shoved.
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The only people I owe my loyalty to
Are the ones who never made me question theirs.
Not the masters of shifting promises,
But the ones who truly care.
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The person who was never allowed to be heard
Is often the one telling the truth.
Silenced voices carve the deepest songs,
And wisdom blooms in youth.
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Tell them I’m the monster in your tale,
But don’t forget the chapter you wrote my name.
Your lies were the pen, your cruelty the ink,
And I was cast to bear the blame.
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Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
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Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Comments (5)
Write it in a book and mail it to the antagonists, it would make you feel so much better. But rising to a better you is good for your soul. I met a few of those along the way, some my own people. So i get it. Still, we made it - here we are. Hallelujah!
Masters of shifting promises, I know a few of those kinda people. And I hate them! Loved your poem. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
This piece was stunning, deep within the soul for me, my reader insight simply had to be outstanding, wow the words, the power behind this, the message and I really felt this. Thank you for sharing with us.
"None of my scars came from an enemy, They all came from people I loved" This one hurts the heart. Yessss so much to this stanza "The person who was never allowed to be heard Is often the one telling the truth. Silenced voices carve the deepest songs, And wisdom blooms in youth." I really love this poem ❤️🔥
Fuego! 🔥Go Sara! Uber-powerful! 💪🏾🫶🏾💕