expressyourself

Back in the day,

We used to play outside till dawn

Now, we're just another government pawn

Back in the day,

We used to live, laugh & grow

Now, we are forced to work our asses off bro

What is this shit? (mind my language)

Death is a trap to try and get us to submit?

As kids, we couldn't wait to be adults

Now, I reflect and I am like that was truly nuts!

The days when we could cry and be comforted

Childhood turned to adulthood and those days plummeted

Now, we're struggling to make ends meet, Who would have thought, childhood was only a treat

But it's life,

So put away that knife

It is what it is -

God is good, all is his

Better days are ahead

So, go and continue to chase that bread!

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Today on Instagram a poet I follow asked people to write a single sentence describing themselves in the comments. I am blatantly stealing the idea for The Mighty. I think it's a great way to express ourselves and get to know each other.

I'll go first but I hope others will join me. 😊 #poets #everyoneiscreative #Survivors #expressyourself

Walking aimlessly in the dark.

Lost in my own, cold world.

Not knowing the way out.

Always ending up back where I started.

All Alone.

Searching for someone.

Someone who can help me find myself.

So that I can escape from this emotionless circle

Surrounding my soul.

Author's Note: Things tend to get worse before they get better... this poem was written when they got worse. I was a young adult (19/20) and I desperately needed help but went in all the wrong ways to ask for it. Depression can be such a soul crushing experience, especially when you are battling it alone against yourself in your mind. #Poetry #expressyourself #Depression #youngadult

As her world silently slips away,

The night darkens the day,

And her mind disappears

Into the black depths of darkness' purity.

Her thoughts become dreams.

Dreams that cause her heart to cringe.

Dreams that cause her soul to weep.

She tries her hardest to escape.

But it seems as if she is stuck for all eternity.

She became lost in an unknown place.

She is overcome with a loneliness,

That is only comparable to the moon against the stars.

She can feel everyone's eyes upon her.

Yet it seems as if they are staring straight through her.

She feels so empty,

Not knowing where she belongs or who can help her.

She looks and sees no one,

For she is lost within herself.

Author's Note: I wrote this poem around the age of 19 or 20. I was severely depressed after my child hood abuser was given a slap on the wrist by the courts. I had PTSD from my childhood abuse and hid it until I was 16. Then, it was court and disappointment at 17. As I entered adulthood I spiraled into a harmful depressed state. This poem was the only way I could express my inner mindset.
#Poetry #expressyourself #Depression #ChildhoodAbuse #lost

Your eyes haunt me in my sleep.

Torture and taunt me in my dreams.

When I'm awake,

Staring into the mirror,

The eyes from my dreams are there.

Staring back at me.

Only this time

They are my eyes.

Eyes that remind me

Of the days, months and years of torture.

Torture you put me through.

Eyes that will never

Let me forget.

My childhood slipping from my fingertips.

I don't know why you insist on denying it.

You know you did it.

You alone are responsible

For the fear I went through.

You caused that fear.

And now, the tables have turned.

It is your turn to be afraid.

It is your turn to pay for what you did.

You thought you would get away with it

All those years ago.

But I took a stand.

And now you are going to pay.

For causing so much fear

In an innocent child.

Author Note: I wrote this as a teenager when I was struggling with aftereffects of my childhood abuse. I was 11 when I finally had the courage, and understanding, to tell my parents about what my grandfather had been doing since I was 6(or younger). We didn't report it to the authorities until after I broke down in the counselors office at school when I was 16... soon after I wrote this poem. #Poetry #expressyourself #ChildhoodAbuse #SexualAbuse

The Mask I wear only fits me
It was especially made for me you see

I didn’t choose it, it chose me
So I now have to wear it reluctantly

Sometimes it hurts me and makes me do mad things
At times makes me so happy that I dance and sing

Sometimes it makes me angry, Ile literally punch your head in
Hysterical and aggressive if you say the wrong things

I wish I could take it off and throw it in the bin
But they say it doesn’t work like that it’s embedded in my skin

It will cause me problem after problem
Day after day
Hurting the people I love with the things it makes me say

Why did it choose me? What did I do wrong?
Sometimes It hides and I swear that it’s gone

But it comes back and reminds me it’s still there
Tears my whole life apart and gives me a scare

What do you want from me? Leave me alone!
I don’t like you taking me to the dark corners of the unknown

I wear this mask as it only fits me
Please look closely as you can still see me underneath❤️
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