Hypocrite
09/29/2020 Levels of friendship, grieving to be free of the loss
Close my eyes, I've been blind, the pages flick by flashing like a movie clip. Visions of a journal, one from a deranged mind. It has always been there, slowly etching the papers away, yet hidden in disguise. She's always been gone onto a different plane, born from a soul extensively cursed. To feel all so vehemently. Their laughter resounds from the shallows, while the depths surround me placidly. Just a ripple, that's all she can be. Too much pressure, it's becoming difficult to breathe. Do I stay ME, or flee? Be what they want me to be just so she is perceived?
About the Creator
Melissa Oros
Macbre poetry. In 2013 I had an emotional breakdown. I notice now most of the inspiration comes from the darker place since then (before 2013), versus my older poetry being light, funny, passionate in love, etc.
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The Written Word
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