Nicholle Michelle
Stories (22/0)
[UN].ZIP
I am a ZIP file Of compressed trauma If you open me I’m full of drama There’s a file for anger, sadness, and pain There are even some which store my shame There may be images Too hard to see Of the vile things done to me Flashbacks stuck in flash drives These memories The story of my life Compromised data Corrupted files Encoded in my DNA Of lost virtue and trials Is all I thought there was to me So I buried the folder In my hard drive So deeply encrypted I could barely thrive I hid it well Just to stay alive I'm fine I'd say As I winced and lied And I was shitty To escape your pity So I left it there Just collecting dust Until fixing it was a must I learned how to hack I taught myself to code Fear is based in lack Life rewards the bold Is the programming To replace the old Add a new motherboard and some fresh downloads That help me understand The human code That I am pure love And I have nothing To be afraid of I can make mistakes Without damnation I can breathe my way Through frustration There's no stopping me No limitations These old files were never me Just assimilations Of a novice that was unaware Of just how much she could bear Now this file full of flaws Sees that she is full of awe That the damage done can be repaired With some rewiring performed with care Don't count yourself out Because of clumsy technicians That programmed you wrong Despite their intentions Because you're more Than what's stored in your memory You're the entire computer The whole damn thing So when you feel you start to lag Take a moment to defrag Don't be afraid to control+alt+delete To find yourself some inner peace
By Nicholle Michelle3 years ago in Poets
Masquerade
I cling to the ones I feel are real Sometimes they change Becoming estranged Losing their friendship appeal They become characterized By a fractured cloak of lies Making it uncertain whom you see Wearing the mask of tragedy Distortion is easier to swallow When the actuality feels so hollow But I am not so easily convinced By such a bold faced defense My eye for detail is a blessing and a curse I pick through lies so well rehearsed They might fool the Pope, but they don't fool me I see the bigger picture; inevitable reality I wish that I were wrong, and you right all along Everytime I tune in, it's the same worn out song A broken record doesn't get better with play Yet you refuse to throw it away Promises of change but none to be seen Outside looking in, it's a toxic scene My heart aches for you, my dearest friend I watch helplessly while you pretend That all is well and all is fine As you decide to blur the line between what is true and what are lies The person I knew slowly dies I'm removing myself, I'm full of doubt This is your challenge to figure out my guidance only falls on deaf ears As the ones you fight for play out my worst fears I just want genuine happiness for you A healthy, balanced existence too I hope that you're just simply lost, Cause every choice comes with a cost Established relationships begin to fade There is no winning this game of charades I've come to your aid time and again I no longer know how to be your friend I've cautioned till my face turns blue My last words of advice: To thine own self be true
By Nicholle Michelle3 years ago in Poets