Trapped In Hell
In any case, the others are needed…
They are the cause of all my problems,
he thought, experiencing an illusory epiphany.
If they'd disappear, I would be free,
I would stop being unhappy and whiny.
..
I have Heaven in me,
and they're my Hell - right, Jean-Paul? - .
I could be everything I wanted
if they'd leave that stupid earthly ball!
..
They don't let me decide for myself,
pushing me toward paths I don't choose.
Their existence is an obstacle;
so many opportunities I lose!
..
They have different viewpoints than mine;
how can one see things differently than I do?
My palette is the only true one for the world's canvas.
I used it for the harmonious self I drew…
..
But, since they are here, what can I do?
How can I handle so many unnecessary existences?
Maybe I could be their King
to break down all these stubborn resistances.
..
That's it, yes, my amazing self!
But, how can I become the King of this Ball?
Someone has to help me impose myself on them.
Damn! I need some of "the others" after all…
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If you swim in Instagram's ocean, you'll find me somewhere here, on a raft like the one Odysseus had.
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Anthi Psomiadou
Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.
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Interesting. Good job
Unless you mean Jean-Paul Gaultier, Jean-Paul Sartre was also an asshole, along with Simone de Beauvoir; two Nazi/Vichy collaborators who never faced any repercussions because justice was and remains another illusion. It's a great piece, nonetheless.