Tales of Torment: A Fatal Scale
Comparison is always called the thief of all joy. What an incredibly fitting title. ...
the scale i weigh myself on,
is proving to be fatal
yet here i stand,
by imaginary competition's demand-
what i say to myself,
and what hatred's mirror yells to my face
have never been the same-
i belong to the mask on my face
like an imposter playing a game charades,
i have a thousand names,
but am identified by the number of accolades on my shelf
and can't help but fixate on that of others
my joy rests in comparison's grave-
bathed in insecurities,
flowers of fear grow from what the falling rain says to me
i'm left chasing the wind in the same how night chases the day
perfection's curse, has never been tamed
anything less can only be shamed
i know that's not the case,
but the dust in the trophy case shows something else
my worth is no less than anyone else,
but the the empty shelf says something else
comparison, is a fatal scale, yet here i am-
i want to agree with love's library,
but the vocabulary of hatred's mirror tells me something else
i know love isn't performance based,
but the imaginary stage displays something else
here i stand, in hatred's mirror
to perfection's wish,
from rejection's prophecy,
under anxiety's supervision,
and competition's demand
stranded, on this fatal scale
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
I began writing as a means of expressing creativity, relieving stress, and venting emotions. I mention my daily battle with mental health a lot, I hope it is relatable and inspiring to readers, as writing is something I'm passionate about.
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