August 14th, 2024
I am who I am
Because they made me this way
How many times
Did I fail to break
Fractured and bruised
They still call me broken
When I tell my story
They call me outspoken
I pick up the pieces
I grow from the pain
I’ve built up the walls
Now they think I’m insane
Protected from the past
It’s not a bad thing
Because I got my power back
From those who left me with nothing
May 4th, 2024
Why do I empathize with those who hurt me
Logically explain away their behavior
Downplaying my pain in the situation
Still believing they’re my savior
Is it because I miss being madly in love
Because instead I am just mad
And I’m chasing down a feeling
Of what I’ve never had
When emotions were high
My inhibitions were low
So I loved people
Until they let me go
They didn’t want me
They wanted the fantasy
Still searching for the person
Who wants the real me
April 28th, 2024
I’m fighting deadlines
That I know don’t exist
I’m grinding my teeth
And clenching my fist
I forgot how to relax
With everything I feel
I only see red
Nothing feels real
This is the pressure
I put on myself
I know it’s not just me
We all do this to ourselves
I want to start over
I want to let go
But only through pain
Do we learn how to grow
Doll Poetry 