Fatal Distraction
When The Hunter Becomes The Hunted
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS!
Daunting nightmares turn into day stares.
Images fragment into pixels and squares.
Stressors and triggers are anything but spared.
Tormented by painful memories.
Remembering all of the things you did to me.
Avoiding explosive behavior is not within reach.
Choosing to discipline myself, just long enough to share my story.
The story that my reality isn’t a fairytale, it actually pretty gory.
I need not say more or les’t it be criminatory.
Oh no, what have I done? One hand so cold and the other holding a gun.
No one is to know what has happened here; no body not a single one.
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Steffany Pope
Dealing with mental health problems has been hard. I've lived my whole life believing that no one understood me. I realized, my mind is not for others to understand; but for my edification of self awareness. So, I write to understand me.
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This was so poignant yet so beautifully written! I loved it!
Feelings are too deep for words. Sending hugs.
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Very strong emotion, you can feel it through out the poem. Sending you hugs, Steffany 💓