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Vera Anne Wolf Apr 2019

My life is stitched together
by the battles I can’t win.
I tear myself to pieces
Just so I can still fit in.
Their all holding candles
while I light this twig on fire.
I swear it smells like roses
but their calling me a liar.
It doesn’t make sense, anymore.
Tell me to please you, tell me how?
I can’t do this anymore
Cause I’m losing myself now.

And when you've stripped me bare
Of every piece that once was true.
Can I be happy? How can I be happy?
Living my life now as you...

I’m following the markers
On the floor, my feet step in.
The strings keep me perfected
As their pull against my skin.
I'm trying not to feel, not to think,
And not to dream.
If I cry, the makeup’s ruined
And my corset bursts a seam.
But am I even breathing?
Am I living? Am I dead?
And who is the person
That’s is living in my head?

And when you've stripped me bare
Of every piece that once was true.
Can I be happy? How can I be happy?
Living my life now as you...


©veraannewolf
Is it really living if you're not living as you?
Be proud of your beliefs.
Where you came from.
Who you are.
Because in the end,
You are who you are.
Tsu Mar 2019
Don't tell me who I am
Or who I'm supposed to be
Because I am strong
Because I am beautiful
In every way

Don't tell me I need to stop frowning
Or why I should pretend I'm happy
Because I have the right to emotions
Because I have the right for what I need to feel
Each and every day

Don't tell me to stop living my life
Or to stop the things I love and do
Because I am me
Because I am not a reflection of you
You don't control me

Don't just tell me I need to share
To love
To smile
Because I'll only do it
If you show me first

I am independent
I am strong
I am flawless yet imperfect
I am me.
Poetress2 Mar 2019
For all that I am,
and all I will be;
God has a great plan,
and a purpose for me.
~
While the Earth, still void,
I was on His mind;
As He was creating,
this (One of a kind.)
~
I am special indeed,
God formed me this way;
He was the Potter,
and I was the Clay.
~
In His own image,
I was made to be;
Unlike any other,
I'm completely unique.
Jolan Lade Mar 2019
Daily daydreams are where I find her
I see her in every corner of my mind
Targeting dreams where we are together
Talking in my sleep
Each and every moment, exiting and unique
I can't really do much else.
Kenji King Mar 2019
Your pretensions have you doing wrong.
You misleading yourself into opinions and facts that are brainwashing your own thoughts and integrity.
It's interrogating your thoughts and your actions have you proving wrong.
Are you really who you say you are or are you faking the person you show?
It's mind ******* isn't it...
No one is whom they say they are, but who they say they are is just a clone of them trying to be different, not realizing that they they just like everyone else.
The proven truth is that, everyone is like everyone, not everyone is different, and not everyone can try to be.
Everyone that exists lives off other people, influences, brainwashes and media.
Everyone is trying to be someone else and something they are not.
We call ourselves different, imperfect, significant, and unique.
But the truth is that we are all the same and none of us are unique, we are insignificant is this vast universe.
Just admit that we are all regular people trying to be something we are not.
It's not wrong to admit such, it proves that you are just human and we are all on different journeys, the soul however, the same, the canvas is different, same tears, same form...
Arms, legs, fingers, sweat, scars, veins...
We bleed the same and all wear clothes.
It's fine to be like everyone else, it's okay.
We don't have to different, just, indifferent.
And that is the answer, stop admitting your rights, start admitting your wrongs too.
The faults of humanity
ApocalypsenoW Mar 2019
There once was a boy,
Who fell in love with a girl
An incredble story
Inspiration for all

But you never can tell
What is hiding beneath
Inside each fairytale
A dark truth underneath

So the boy had his deamons
From life lived long ago
He kept them as a secret
So the girl won't find more.

But as time passes by
And the secrets revealed
And their fairytale life
Seam to rumble downhill

In this darkest of times
Almost all hope is lost
This boy suddenly finds
A flame covered in dust

Worming up by the fire
Watching it be restored
Come alive with desire
To swollow the world

Thou unique and refreshing
This bond ran its cours
And with renewd ambition
The boy got on his horse

He came back to his home
Where the girl built their nest
Face to Face with their deamons
They woav a bond built to last.

And somewhere in the desert
The flame dances her dance
Glowing stronger then ever
Breathing in every breath

And althou far away
Never really appart
Since the flame and the boy
Share the same unique heart
Whisperer Mar 2019
I'm just a sunflower
In a field of roses
Waiting for someone
to appreciate my petals
before they start withering
I'm yellow between all reds, still you don't notice me
The Secret Poet Feb 2019
Difference.

A beautiful thing.
Each day is like this.
Different from the rest.

A beautiful thing.
Each person is like this.
Different from the rest.

A beautiful thing.
Each creature is like this.
Different from the rest.

Uniqueness is beautiful.

Difference.
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