I can’t believe that I can’t believe it!
Dancing to my tune of rejection
Wrapped up in my internal dissension,
That I somehow ignored my insignificance.
Now, I know am only passing through
Hurts, cause I made in you a mantle.
Had it almost,
Now I do believe am only passing through.
What to say and what I really mean,
“Imagine them, Compare to you”
Am I over thinking things again?
Will I gain courage for the truth?
Maybe, cause where my heart is there is never a home.
I think I wanna be alone now!
I don’t want to be described as strong or virtuous or any adjective that more or less describes the subtle art of perfecting suffering.
I always thought I didn’t have an addictive trait or personality; boy, did I underestimate the incessant need to forget.
“I never liked the middle ground-the most boring place in the world.”
Louise Berliawsky Nevelson
I have fallen in love with the middle ground
my soul paid the price,
not by choice, I must say
the pressure of just being.
I reckon, I have heard someone say “the middle is the best.“
The safest, at-least
What a coward I have become,
twisting the definition of brave to liberate myself.
Hoping some positives comes from this chaos,
thank God for small miracles, and move on.
Some people have it worse, I hear
So, be thankful for the middle ground.
Ahh, damn it
damn it all to hell, am taking that step
Am holding a banner for me,
its upside down, but look past that
as i peacefully wait to be pulled swiftly,
right into the dissonance.