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The Truth Hurts
The saying goes
The truth hurts
Sometimes too much for us to bear
So our minds play tricks
And our hormones switch
And sometimes we are left in the dark
How much truth do we twist and call it delusion
How many days forgotten to fear
I stare at the person in the mirror
Standing there twisting her hair
I fall asleep to frequencies I think will heal me
When I wake it’s like pulling teeth
Do we lose our minds or our bodies first?
Abadoning them feels debilitating
But getting them back is grueling
Living in the same body as the person you let slip into a figment of reality
Who you tried to protect
But only made unsafe and desperate
And there’s a constant hum of fiction
Underling every part of life
The truth hurts far worse when the biggest distortion lies within your self
The truth hurts
Sometimes too much for us to bear
So our minds play tricks
And our hormones switch
And sometimes we are left in the dark
How much truth do we twist and call it delusion
How many days forgotten to fear
I stare at the person in the mirror
Standing there twisting her hair
I fall asleep to frequencies I think will heal me
When I wake it’s like pulling teeth
Do we lose our minds or our bodies first?
Abadoning them feels debilitating
But getting them back is grueling
Living in the same body as the person you let slip into a figment of reality
Who you tried to protect
But only made unsafe and desperate
And there’s a constant hum of fiction
Underling every part of life
The truth hurts far worse when the biggest distortion lies within your self
Published 8th Oct 2024
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Anonymous
8th Oct 2024 11:11pm
Amazing truth right here, poetess.
Getting back to who you are is grueling, but it’s worth every ounce of frustration and every tear.
Wishing you peace and calmness on your journey of healing.
Getting back to who you are is grueling, but it’s worth every ounce of frustration and every tear.
Wishing you peace and calmness on your journey of healing.
10th Oct 2024 5:29am
You are always your worst enemy.
You know yourself all too well and you can't run forever
You are always stuck inside.
Good luck friend
It only gets tougher as you reach for the light
You know yourself all too well and you can't run forever
You are always stuck inside.
Good luck friend
It only gets tougher as you reach for the light
Anonymous
10th Oct 2024 6:19pm
My favorite type of poem. Self Discovery and anguish.
