Mental Health
I Am More Beautiful Than My Bullies. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
They beat me to the ground because I didn't look like them, They destroyed my home because I didn't want to be them, They stole my childhood because I didn't learn or behave like them,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Friend
We were never friends; we were enemies forced to become acquainted. I knew it was too good to be true when the specialist said we had to come to an understanding, a symbolic place of acceptance, to live as one. I desperately wanted to conquer you, in fact, I wanted to eradicate you, smother every last bit of you. Friends with the fiend that not only once, yet repeatedly, has stolen from my daily life? I wanted to believe I could be mindful in a graceful way, stop competing with you, learn something profound from you; damn I feel foolish. I saw you sneaking back into my world; I would not allow myself to succumb to your brutal way of showing me some kind of lesson, spiritual growth, whatever they said to name your game. I ignored all the red flags, pushed pass you, denied you existed to everyone. Look at me now; you tawdry show off! We were neck and neck in this ridiculous race for several months, I admit you caught up with me and now we are in a vicious stand off, FRIEND! You are so selfish, wanting all of me for yourself, overtaking potentially truly good people away... again. You run them away, leaving me bowing to you once more. You are to be a challenge, not my problem; screw all of the work I have done to convince myself I could cope, I could blend in with your dominance. Oh, Pain. You have me cornered, I can sense where this is going; I lay here with you now without the mindset, the tools I've misplaced to deal with your greed and want to hit you with my fist, but you will only laugh. Pain, I so wish I could convince you that I am not worthy of your friendship. If I could I would ghost you and never look back.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
