Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #identity-crisis Clear filter
Faces carefully laid. By pain and tears they were made. Choosing a different face each day. It stays perfect for it's made of clay. Hiding under the faces I own.
Lost in reality. If we knew what our future would turn out to be, would we change it. I wake up and think why did I go this route the hard way round the road that would only mean me relying on myself.
#colourchallenge #sepia. Looking into the mirror,. My body lets out a shiver,. The person I see,. Doesn't look like me,. Wrinkles on my face,. Smooth skin replaced,. My skins looking old,.
Everyday, I try to fit in with myself. Everyday, I try to explain myself to myself. Everyday, I talk to myself, about myself. Everyday, I confuse myself.
I'm not sure what to do, What's up next for me. Do I change or do I stay, The girl I used to be. I'm not sure if I like her, The old me from my past. But surely if I changed, This new me wouldn't...
Reflection What I see In the black mirror I can never love My image clearer I see a hurt boy, Injured by fear. Scared of the world, Scared of the tears. In time, The scars may heal.
Have you ever tried to feel that you want to be free.. And the only way is to do something really stupid or something really crazy..
Worthless useless good for nothing, To the table what do I actually bring.
Can you feel her. Can you see her dreams. She is wrapped up in a torrent of emotion. Her world ripping at the seems. Can you hear her. Can you read her mind.
Who, how, what, when, where and why. Who the bearded Ghandi in the name of Jesus, Hell am I. I am in such a state of disarray, I cannot seem to know, If I am one way or the other, Who am I.
There are times when I feel alone. It feels that if I screamed no one would care. I really want to scream. I want to walk through the forest and be the only one there.
#projecthumanity #nightdwellers and any other tag that I can't remember #all Lmfao I do not fear to show what others pretend they don't have. You're human like me and we share some common facts.
He stands half heartedly behind the counter, watching the seconds tick away. Tired of hiding behind closed doors, eagerly awaiting the end of his day.
Some times I wonder what I am worth... In terms of money, in terms of birth. But most of the time it's the not nice... What would someone sacrifice. Am I worth money, pennies and pounds.
Do you even hear me?are the words I say even important to you. Or am I just moon to your world, only shining at night, as though I were made for nothing more than a pretty sight.
I have no idea, What to do. My life is mixing up like a stew. I was born in one country, I live in another, I travel to a different one, but the same one every summer.
Your fingers rest around the mug, rubbing the surface worriedly.
To be gifted is a curse. A hardship. That must be assessed. Thoroughly. Because gifts aren't given without a purpose. And no purpose is purely. Right. Just. To be a 'hero' is to have.
Who are you. "The bringer of misery" What nerve have you to invade my life. Who told you to come.. not I. Did someone send you to infect me. You aren't wanted here..
I, a child of luggaged dreams. Adrift, with teddy bears and baby dolls between distracted households. Longing for a sure foot upon the shifting desires of others. Uprooted with whim and fancy.
#household #torch Hot white light floods every feature, Of the angel and the creature, Godly saint and deadly sin, A daemon, called from deep within.
My memories are stolen,. They're not mine to keep,. See, I take them softly,. Whilst the world does sleep,. My life is but a glimmer,. A never ending lie,. Nothing's mine, a stolen truth,.
A blanket of cloud. covers the sky. the edges of life. are passing me by. I trudge. I trapse. with no clue where I’m going. I know that it’s somewhere thats out of my reach.
The curtain rises, the lights come up, It's time for me to be on. Charming the crowds, entertaining Until everyone has gone. Teasing, pleasing, encouraging, Sometimes tough as nails.