Mental Health
Was Our Shared Goodness the Truest Part of Us?
We were once good. The best part is that we were all once good in each other's eyes. I still remember how good you were to me. I also know that, at that time, we were all sincere. I don't plan to forget this feeling. Our incompatibility is real, but our sincerity and happiness are also real.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Remains of an Egotistical Planet
Ego is a trickster and it has become you. It is a deceiver and it distorts the truth. You can conform, bend, and crack to its whims. But acrobatics are not your strength nor are your atrophying limbs. Amends will not right this injustice. Time will not aspire to erase your legacy of pain. I envy the resilience I haven't yet accrued. The world Lazarus returns to will be this one, indeed. She will eventually become me. You have no say in how I mop up the blood. The rags that soak up the loss aren't yours to navigate. I was fixated on you and your approval of me. With no one holding me back, maybe it's not too late. You will spend forever trying to discredit me. My mistakes were macro while your inactions were micro. You're the opposition eternally embedding itself into my source code. Preventing me from prevailing which is second nature now. You're the blockade resisting my regulation. Everything you did only propelled me forward. I only grew more unsettled while I settled for you. I'm still searching and still seeking for better, for more. Yesterday took too much from me and you took even more. You're still throwing stones and wishing me harm. I can't imagine unhappiness with you anymore, I can only see beyond. I know there will be a day of reckoning but you will never care. I have this gift of freedom and I refuse to squander it. You are the remains of an egotistical planet. You deserve every inconvenience that is coming your way. I am running off in the opposite direction. You're on your own from here
By Anna Torres7 months ago in Poets
