The Essence Of Who I Am

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  • Hunting The monster

    Writing poetry is my distraction So my brain can’t think any faster Like hunting the monster When it’s really me it’s after I know I should deal with the pain Instead, I mask it with laughter M.A.P ©2023

  • Maybe if i scream

    I have this rage That bubbles up to the surface It skips hand and hand with my trauma Often I lay in bed at night And instead of sleeping I imagine just sitting up and screaming Maybe then someone would hear me M.A.P ©2023

  • Lips

    Life feels sweet right now Like honey Sticking on my lips M.A.P ©2023

  • A manipulation of dread

    December calls out to me in the night I tumble out of bed My restless sleep dissolved I grumble And I trip to my desk I vomit the words onto paper December smiles at me Its quota filled If I try to keep the poetry inside It breaks out Tears…

  • I imagine my Life

    I imagine my life like a little girl Sitting in a room Full of bouncing balls All of various sizes And every ball represents a task of some sort But she can only handle what she can carry Her arms seem constantly full And then she eerily looks up at…

  • Her love for us was just a check that was outdated

    It’s such a curse to love those who hurt you But in a way, I am hurting myself My mother is me She molded me like clay I was her prize that she manipulated to win I was doted on until I wasn’t Her love was never a question because…

  • how to live life when everything is ok

    I feel a little lost in life right now And sitting down and thinking about it I realized it is because I don’t know how to live life when everything is ok M.A.P © 2023

  • I never loved you

    I never loved you  I only pretended too Because I knew that you would hurt me  More than my parent’s immorality  I needed a good reason to come home and cry  I needed to feel like there was another reason I wanted to die M.A.P ©2023

  • It was just a fight, right?

    I replay everything in my head Everything you could have said Your words feel like sharper knives The louder they get You won’t let me run away and lick my wounds You don’t understand the reason why you cry all the time You say you support me But I think…

  • I never took your last name

    I think I knew I would never marry you  But I loved you as much as I could just the same Maybe you were too good for me But know that during that short time, you consumed my every vein And our little love was real and I’ll never forget…