September 15, 2022.
I was known as the kid with doodles on their palms,
head always in a book, and though timid and shy
- dressed like the strangest little bird on this mountain side
Most of that is still the case,
though I lost the energy to care about a lot of things -
that once meant everything to me,
and they had turned me into some sob story, unfortunately
Grief had hollowed me out,
and they placed their funeral candles in my mouth -
after they carved a smile into me like a jack-o-lantern
Just to be there with me for one night out of many
But recently, my mind has been improving
I never considered myself a fighter -
but I was a kicker and a screamer when it came to surviving
and that's something I've learned to appreciate
When you start to hold your own,
and the weights aren't as heavy on your feet
People notice the shifting of your energy,
and find out you value yourself more
They take offense to the no's you suddenly say,
They gossip about just how much you have changed
They're not satisified with me in any form,
but at least the hurt version of myself was easily torn
- so they could scavenge for my spare pieces
I hadn't realized just how convenient my breakdowns were
Used to be just a welcome mat covered in tracks
Built myself shelter and they come for what I now have
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2022-09-15 at 07:42
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but no more giving
I admit I've had a strange reputationI was known as the kid with doodles on their palms,
head always in a book, and though timid and shy
- dressed like the strangest little bird on this mountain side
Most of that is still the case,
though I lost the energy to care about a lot of things -
that once meant everything to me,
and they had turned me into some sob story, unfortunately
Grief had hollowed me out,
and they placed their funeral candles in my mouth -
after they carved a smile into me like a jack-o-lantern
Just to be there with me for one night out of many
But recently, my mind has been improving
I never considered myself a fighter -
but I was a kicker and a screamer when it came to surviving
and that's something I've learned to appreciate
When you start to hold your own,
and the weights aren't as heavy on your feet
People notice the shifting of your energy,
and find out you value yourself more
They take offense to the no's you suddenly say,
They gossip about just how much you have changed
They're not satisified with me in any form,
but at least the hurt version of myself was easily torn
- so they could scavenge for my spare pieces
I hadn't realized just how convenient my breakdowns were
Used to be just a welcome mat covered in tracks
Built myself shelter and they come for what I now have
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 208 times
Written on 2022-09-15 at 07:42
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