Saturday, January 25, 2020

The Mask


The Mask

The thoughts that follow any bad decision are what you’d expect.
Guilt.
Sadness.
Regret.
My mind is consumed with all three.
But what hurts me,
tears me down,
breaks me,
Is the hatred.
The guilt and regret don’t amount to nearly as much 
as the feelings of hatred towards myself.
My eyes threaten to spill tears,
My mouth threatens to let out sobs,
My hands threaten to shake
As I take in what I’ve done.
Process it.
Question it.
Hate it.
Hate. Me.
But I keep everything in.
I go about my day and try to conceal the illness behind dark eyes and a fake smile.
But behind the mask is a girl who is tired.
Tired of living in hatred.
Tired of spending every second thinking about how ugly she is
Inside and out.
But nothing changes.

Succumb


Succumb

My thoughts blur as I make a choice I know I shouldn’t.
Foolishness getting the best of me yet again.
There will always be a next time,
A next occasion,
A next moment 
Where I’m presented with two options
And face one decision.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
So I push past the voice of reason,
Push through the doubt
Push away the angel on my shoulder
In favor of the devil.
I grab whatever it is I hope will fix my broken pieces,
But know deep down will only cause my glass to further shatter.
My desire is satiated,
But my guilty conscious looms.
I tuck it away before it can convince me to change my ways,
And grab more of what will feed my craze.

Interchangeable


Interchangeable

Two feelings
One goal
Is it possible to know which one rings true,
And which one is playing games?
Desire creeps from my stomach,
Crawls up my throat,
Invades my brain.
Deep.
Dark.
Unrelenting.
I’m too far gone to differentiate,
Or am I just trying to convince myself that this
Deep
Dark
Unrelenting 
Cloud looming over me is just hunger,
Not desire,
The one trying to fool me into succumbing to its vicious ways.
The two words become one,
interchangeable,
As I let my foolishness win.
I let desire win.
As I numbly venture to find something to fill the holes I can’t permanently fix.

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