I started second-guessing my decision to put it out here on the 'net; but at first I really didn't care...what's the damage, anyway?
"What you put on the internet
you can never take back
But I don't care
I'm not talking about killing Presidents
And I really am this angry
Sometimes."
Yeah; but I am not sure how I'd get it on here; I'd put it under "Narratives" or I could just post it. Or link to it. I'll deal with it tomorrow. Here's the first poem:
"Inside of Me" by TrinnBloom ©2011
Inside of me
There is a
Monster who
rages
And wants to
play
I want
To release it
Let it
rampage through the world
But the
stupid shackles of society
Stop me
What do I
care
Why must I be
perfect
Act perfect
Behave
perfect
I’m
so angry
So incredibly
pissed off right now
I honestly
don’t
give a crap
About the
world right now
Its
preferences and rules
That state I
cannot
Should not
And will not
Release this
monster
Inside of me
Sorry if it's hard to read or if you can't read it at all. I liked that font and typed it in a word processor first. Looking back on what I'd written, I realized--or rather, remembered--that this mixed-up-ness and conflict of feelings and pain of being human was part of being human, at least in this world.
I'm just one of 7 billion of us, and we're all the same inside. Which means that everyone is just as messed up as I am. I think that acknowledging the angry, confused, distressed, torn side of me is a step toward knowing that there are others like me, although that is something I forget (I'm sure we all do).
I think understanding yourself brings you closer to understanding all humans.
You know, I am also a spoiled, selfish, ungrateful brat. (Random acknowledgement of faults)
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