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Why?
Why?
She sits...
She sits alone in her favorite chair trying to block out the screams of BITCH GET THE FUCK OVER HERE. Why do I have to be the one? The one that endures all the pain? The heartache,The frustration, the bullshit, The sarcastic gorilla humor that society Has placed upon me, thinking that it is normal. What is normal? Is it what I am living right nowAm I not normal? Have I become psychotic? A crazy side of my former self, Who everyone loved, but now cannot stand to be around. Have I become everything that I hate? Everything that I have tried so hard not to become? That two faced narcissistic nut case of a human being that is supposed to love and treat everyone equal. Have I lost sense of who I really am? The real me, the loving daughter, The loving sister, The loving mother? Who am I? Why do I still remain an empty shell on earth? Will I to meet my demise if I do not change who I am?I shall continue to always ask why.
She sits...
She sits alone in her favorite chair trying to block out the screams of BITCH GET THE FUCK OVER HERE. Why do I have to be the one? The one that endures all the pain? The heartache,The frustration, the bullshit, The sarcastic gorilla humor that society Has placed upon me, thinking that it is normal. What is normal? Is it what I am living right nowAm I not normal? Have I become psychotic? A crazy side of my former self, Who everyone loved, but now cannot stand to be around. Have I become everything that I hate? Everything that I have tried so hard not to become? That two faced narcissistic nut case of a human being that is supposed to love and treat everyone equal. Have I lost sense of who I really am? The real me, the loving daughter, The loving sister, The loving mother? Who am I? Why do I still remain an empty shell on earth? Will I to meet my demise if I do not change who I am?I shall continue to always ask why.
Published 30th May 2011
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30th May 2011 3:34am
17th Jun 2011 5:21am
Thank you very much. I know how well you know the truthness behind this poem, and it means that much more to me that you keep it close to your heart as well. I love you sis.
31st May 2011 8:46am
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16th Jun 2011 8:54pm
I completely understand the self conflict where you're torn between hating yourself and wanting to find help. Well written. I like it.
17th Jun 2011 5:21am
Thank you... Not to many people realize how hard it is to seek help when you are hating yourself and can't seen to find a spot in your life for help. How hard it is to even come to terms that you might need help in your life. I am glad that you understand it.
