The day we’re introduced to this world, we bond with persons in our lives.
Sharing, everything it is to be human.
From then on we’re no longer genuine, as our truest self becomes saturated by their personas.
Operating under the facade that we are unique.
We sift through people finding compatible pieces to stitch into ourselves.
Discarding some like trash and coveting others for a single crumb.
Compiling the assets into our empty facets, thus solving the puzzle we can’t seem to fully digest.
We’re stuck with the exterior but can manipulate the interior.
And often enough the inside is jumbled jigsaws of others we’d someday call the “self”.
It’s not a matter of who you are, not anymore; it’s whom you chose to be apart of you.
Keep looking for yourself. I might one day take from you. And you from me.
About the Creator
S.W.
A poet by way of life. Words just came easy to me, though I may never write a bestseller. I just want you to feel understood. At the end of my work if we’re closer than when you started reading I’ve done my part.
Diabolical Dealing
Charlene Lind found herself at the home of her therapist, Dr. Alexandra Vech, who she had been seeing for a week. What was supposed to be a session ended up becoming a desperate plea of help from Charlene as she was suddenly losing consciousness. She was cognizant enough to know that she had only a minute left until she would be out like a light.
By Clyde E. Dawkins7 days ago in Fiction
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