Stream of Consciousness
fear; make it known
it is easy to wonder why we are taught to swallow our words, complaints and worries dissolving on our tongues like salt; only sugar can leave our mouths, even as it only falls out in sickening, sopping clumps; confidence is treachery, succumbing is natural, normal, a peaceful, simple order, a bended knee to the knees on our necks, crushing us as we apologize for not dying any faster; what world is this, that lying in certain, pretty swirls, in delicate, thin-scrawled fonts, is rewarded while honesty and courage is continually stomped down on like a bug, a disgusting, insignificant, lower thing, something that makes us weak; what if appeasing the ones who ruin us is not a strength, but a world of pain we all submit to without a second thought; what if that thought alone ruins us?
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
