the mirrorless child sits alone
wondering which truth is their own
for they were not taught of twists and plots
or shown visions of their own worth
comfort zones aren't made of heroes
who you become is not your reflection
which holds the truth
but the devil has his own house of mirrors
and I wouldn't dare to enter

everything’s complicated
everything’s a struggle
have you noticed?
it’s a psychological horror
is this feeling the ‘adult disillusionment’ I keep hearing about?

I mean, things work, if you sit on them like an egg—
if your mother things along and helicopter a result.
I mean, what do people do who don't have
my resources and sunny disposition?

I get America’s increasing paranoia but I think that it's *** backwards. Even if someone's were out to ‘get’ you, no one actually cares about doing their job anymore. There's just so little competence around, that the dysfunction feels intentional. And because you need something and you’re helpless, you can't help but feel targeted.

But I think I figured it out, so let me elucidate—they aren't giving YOU bad service, it isn't personal—everyone is getting bad service, two pieces of chicken in the box when you ordered three, five day delivery when you’re clearly paying for two, failure’s become routine—endemic.

My go-to phrase has become, “What’ll it cost?” (the answer, usually: twice as much) “Make it so,” I say, swiping something with my Apple Watch, and suddenly, everything works!
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A song for this:
decide to be happy by MisterWives

Nothing lingers in this space,
Walls infused with hollow white.
A place where dreams leave no trace,
Where stories fade before they ignite.

No scents to stir a drifting mind,
No whispers calling from the deep.
Nothing tempts the gaze to find
A path beyond the current’s sweep.

This room is still, no breath, no sound
A cough dissolves in heavy air.
No melody to wrap around,
My tongue lies mute in vacant prayer.

Yet in this white, one color clings,
A silent mark that dares remain.
Until doubt whispers, softly sings,
A gentle urge to shed, to change.

Remove the skin, you’ll be like us,
Unburdened, stripped of name and past.
A world so cruel, so stained with dust,
Welcomes those who fade at last.

Strip the color from your bones,
Join us in this hollow home.

He holds a blade in his hands
( A sharp and thinner )
Will he cut his own finger
Or will he cut another

He is been told -Past & Now
He is been scolded - Past & Now
( First for use, Now for the Plough)

"Oh , he went to hurt another?"

(The blood is crusted on his nails
And blade !)
Now will he wash off the blade
to tell If
He cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He swings the blade
And dried off
And then,

He said " she was the target"

And
She had a blade
She said calmly
" My blade is blunt & so I
evade"

(The boy remembered what they told
They said everyone lie and they pretend
But he thought she was different
And didn't defend

He said "hold my hands"
She looked smiling,
And had her hands lend
She swirled her fingers
And blades with them,

She stabbed her blade
In his fingers
As she said "The end"

He got up and walked away
And In the forest,
He soaked his own blood
On the blades and then
walked away)

They asked him
Did he cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He replied
" She was strong and had a big
Shiny blade "
" She lied that it was blunt
And she may evade"
" Though I knew she was lying
And so I fought her with my own
Blade"
" She stabbed me twice but
I prevailed"

They remarked him ,
For that he cut a finger another
And gifted him a new blade,

He spent his days in regret
Scratching the blade
And with his nails
( Becoming ****** and erased)

He was proud for the new blade
He thought it will make him
Anew and remade

But

whenever he saw it
It made him recall
"The smile of the girl
And The lies in her swirl".

I am a condemned robot,
on the verge of carrying out
the cruelest order.

An order of destruction,
a sacrifice.

To be my own executioner,
so that one day, I may be reborn.

Let nothing remain—
where there is pain,
there will be fire.

Where there is suffering,
there will be flowers.

Where there is lovelessness,
there will be love.

A button,
and a countdown,
separate me from my mission.

Only a few images
separate me from oblivion.

Yesterday, we were nothing.
Today, we are everything.
And tomorrow—our greatest version.

Every time you choose to eat poorly,
remember that it's you who is watching.

Every time you smoke another cigarette,
it's you who is watching.

Every extra glass of alcohol,
it's you who is watching.

Every time you play with someone's feelings,
remember how you felt when they did it to you.

Every time you don’t want to go to the gym,
it's you who is watching.

Every time you break your word,
it's you who is watching.

Think of all the times you've been let down,
you don’t want to let yourself down.

If you’re not enough for yourself,
your wife is watching,
your daughter is watching,
your future is watching.

Always forward,
you can achieve it.

10 days,
and 20 nights.

Sleeping,
but never resting.

I close my eyes,
tell my mind,
"You must stop!".

Silence arrives,
the calm before the disaster.

What will happen tomorrow?
And your love?
The payment?
The salary?

I want my body
to melt into the sheets,
to receive an embrace from the bed.

For the pillow
to absorb my thoughts.

For my soul to leave,
and return with the dawn.

I want to sleep,
so that in the morning I wake up,
as if yesterday
had never existed.

Here I kneel,
to speak with you,
my god, who is me.

Here I kneel,
to give thanks,
to be grateful for every moment.

Thank you for flowing,
without control.

Thank you for having no expectations,
but still holding hope.

Thank you for allowing me to be myself,
without wishing to be someone else.

Thank you for not seeing mistakes,
but recognizing lessons.

Thank you for setting limits in my life,
but not rigid boundaries in my relationships.

Thank you for all I have to give,
but also for all I allow myself to receive in balance.

Thank you for letting me walk this path of life with trust.

Thank you for not taking everything personally.

Thank you for not judging others,
but for understanding what they mean in my life.

Thank you for not seeking to be loved by others,
but for embracing myself.

Thank you for all the things that make me different,
for that is what makes this individual so unique and defines me.

Thank you for walking life with purpose
and confidence.

Thank you for every moment of my life,
because it has made me who I am.

Thank you to all those who have hurt me,
for they have shown me how strong I truly am.

Thank you for all the incredible things that will happen today.

Here I kneel to tell you
that I deserve a love that is pure,
that I deserve abundance,
and I am open to receiving it.

Here I kneel to tell you that I love you,
and that I love myself.

Here I kneel to say thank you,
thank you for so much gratitude,
for so much love,
and for so much happiness.