Martyr
Why do I feel constantly as though It's only me who feels this way It's only me who's on this balancing beam Trying so hard not to sway.
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Why do I feel constantly as though It's only me who feels this way It's only me who's on this balancing beam Trying so hard not to sway.
I should be tidying up my happy home Instead I sit here on my tush Peering into this tiny screen, Devouring up Opuss Tales of loss, and love, and ones that cause snickers Dirty rooms, baby blu...
Oh Opuss. I feel that a lack of inspiration, and a general feeling of melancholy means that I am unable to write anything of interest today. I am drawing a blank with "Devil Inside" at the moment.
You like to play, You like to make love, You like to pretend, You think you are a masterpiece, You just want to be loved, And you love to love yourself.
It took this long but, I have finally really realised where I stand - just a friend. Maybe I realised this from the start, but I just didn't want to admit it to myself.
Listen to the wisdom inside yourself. It's speaks the truth. Tells you the things you don't want to hear, And would not accept from others.
Exhaustion is a place I visit a lot. Its not on any map. But all roads lead there. It's a place where I discover tears, emotions torn to shreds. Sensitive to the slightest word or touch.
I have to admit I am not a cat lover, But have thrown myself into this writing endeavour. As much as I can't stand the furry things, When this app meows, I admit my heart sings.
I. Woke Up. This Morning. And Put a. Smile Upon.
M aybe one day I will understand, but. E verything just looks so damned. L onging for a better plan, but. A nother wall between me just stands. N ever achieve these hollow dreams.
The therapy of writing It's really quite exciting Wait, stop a moment Maybe it is frightening Unleashing secrets Hidden within Reconciling conflicts Recompense for a sin Defining moments The birth...
You back-peddle. There is always that moment where you stop. Even if just for a second, you stand beside yourself and try to figure out if it's too late to go back.
I think you should read my story. The story of how I feel. I thinj you should read my story. This is my ordeal. Today I felt that emptiness. That lonliness within. No reason to be here.
I am, the rule breaker. The dice shaker. The unconventional vindicator. I am, the imperceptible. I know I'm unacceptable. You're all so very sensible. My ways are not amendable.
I stepped out of the taxi and slammed the door shut, eyeing a man across the street. He looked somewhat familiar but I couldn't figure out if that was good or bad.
Sometimes we make it Easier to leave each other, but just for a while. Sometimes we stop each other to grow, just by reminding, who, what or how we used to be. Change is not every ones favorit friend.
Feelings so strange End up deranged Don't let it get to you Unless you want it to Patronising isn't it. Feeding into it Eating up all of it Deary me Upset now Pretending. Really how.
It isn't easy being me As hard as that is for you to believe it to be I've got snakes and backstabbers following me around Fights and haters always coming around Jealousy and hating becomes a...
On a sunny day, I love to walk, to feel the sun beat on my back, to brighten up my day. I love to run, to float and glide, to ponder all that matters.
I've come to realise as time grows,. That your rewarded from being as sweet as a rose. That if you turn your back on things that matter,. Your head will soon be on a platter,.
What I say, Comes with the best of intentions. What I do, Depends on my memory. If it hurts, Then I am truly sorry. I always, Speak from the heart. Don't get mad, It's just the way that I am.
Learning is crucial to our existence. We all know how it is; learning is not always easy. Learning how to act, how to think, how to live, how to love. When I think of learning, I think about pain.
She thinks I'm old. Maybe she's bold. I'd say I'm pretty old. Yeah. I'm the old gold. She thinks she's young. Maybe she isn't young. Daughter would say she's pretty old. Yeah.
Today I walked in the woods, I sat down on a log and got soaked by the rain, I didn't care if I was wet I just embraced it.