
to reach within the self
will always lead to ruin
I know not why my heart pounds
the way it does, why the sickly
sensation of submission sinks into
my skin so easily, as if it was
meant to be that way
I am weak and only growing weaker
under judgmental eyes, I fold so easy
and I bend like a straw to the whims
of the people I love and resent
I feel my sins clawing at my mind, never
letting go; I feel my womanhood on my back,
a heavy burden, a beautiful tragedy
carried with me day in and day out
the eyes on me never seem to stray away
I perform like a monkey; I work like a dog
and still, I feel I am nothing
but an object, a warm body in a chair, bending
to their will; I am smiling, I am behind
a counter, looking decent, and I could look better
I could wear makeup; I could powder my cheeks
and color my eyelids, darken my lips with
lipstick the color of blood and paint my nails
piss yellow, I could lose weight, I could pluck
my brows and stab my soul too
I could be who they want and I would
still feel empty, drained and used up
and never enough
the misery of life is chronic and unending,
and flitting realities within my mind come and
go until time passes, and childhood ends, and
I realize I am nothing without my innocence
I am rooted to the spot and stuck,
and stuck smiling
heeding to the whims of others
seems to be my calling, for my passions dull
under the sheen of the nothingness I am
I want to break free; I feel repulsed by myself
by the weakness of my nature
in my humanness, I won’t believe it is
inherent; I will claw up mountains with split open
hands and arms aching with the burdens
of a thousands worlds before I look in
a mirror and tell myself, this is it
this is you—accept it
and my eyes will fill with tears
that feel like fire falling down my face,
and my hands will be burnt from reaching
to that place within, where I expected to feel
nothing, only to pull them out and see
them scorched by my own resentment
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I’m having a bad day, in case you guys couldn’t tell. This kind of spilled out of me.
Love and appreciate you all ♥️
About the Creator
angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!




Comments (9)
Ohh… your self- awareness is something to take record of. So many of these negative emotions I can relate to so well in a subconscious way. Thank you for putting it down so well. I hope you have a better day tomorrow!
Whoa, Angela! This is deep and hits hard. I’m really feeling the weight of your words. I’m sorry you're having a tough day, but thank you for sharing this — it’s raw and real. Sending some love your way! You’re awesome, even on the tough days. ❤️
I'm so sorry you're having a bad day 🥺 Hope it gets better soon. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Awww, Angela. Sometimes we have those days, I find it more as a blessing than something so negative. I hope this piece made you feel better letting out those emotions, sending you lots of love and hugs!! 💌🌟💝
The people we love and resent - feeling that.
Hey I am so sorry you're having a bad day. Hope getting this down on paper (screen?!) helped. This was some powerful and excellent writing. Got to be honest and say trying to please everyone sucks and you only ever end up disappointed and resentful. I think we've all been there. Hope your day is getting much better. Wishing you all the best.
Your words are raw and powerful; thank you for sharing your vulnerability with us. ❤️
Awww I'm sorry you are having a bad day. You can’t satisfy yourself if you try to satisfy everyone around you. I hope you feel better and know that you are worthy of self love and acception.
Phenomenal writing Angela! Hope you feel better soon!