The Essence Of Who I Am

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  • I Kill Everything I Touch

    She loved beauty so much that she cut herself on the rose’s thorns Not knowing she was slowly killing them too M.A.P  © 2023

  • I Was Born To Be Successful

    I was born to be successful  What does that mean It means that every day I’m not successful I’m miserable  It hurts to sleep and I feel like I don’t have time to eat On my days off I can’t stand to sit down for too long  I always have…

  • I’ll Show Myself Out

    I hope that one day  I’ll learn to never fall Or maybe stand up Again and again in Small cries of love In the rebellion of life Against the willing Pieces of my heart I’ll heal what’s new Start to let myself go And show myself out M.A.P  © 2023

  • I read somewhere that all infjs are like this

    Sometimes I think I was cursed to never be happy Even in the moment I cling to it for my life and still can barely feel it The past and future have more joy in them until they become the present I can never feel in the moment Something is…

  • The Days Blur

    Like frozen raindrops  The days blur into nothing and yet everything M.A.P  © 2023

  • I write poetry like Taylor Swift writes songs

    Like therapy  I do it so I can sleep at night  It’s a raw energy  That would kill me if it stayed inside  I’m not crazy  At least the way you think  It haunts me  Like PTSD  It’s like throwing up I have to get it out  GET IT OUT …

  • I’m The Problem

    It’s all my fault You can’t say I don’t take responsibility I dig myself a hole until I’m completely buried I write and write and write and don’t show anyone anything I’m never good enough No one could ever love me Is there a happy ending to the story The…

  • I HATE SOCIAL MEDIA

    The liesThe fakeThe realThe hate No one wants my art they only want my face I hope it’s just my face I have a face I put on and take off before bed I feel like im a different personThen the one in my head I post so much and…

  • I DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE AGAIN

    When I gave birth on that surgery tableI awoke a new person I had died there and had no idea what had happened Every dayPeople treated me the same But I was not even close to the same women Was I even human I cried every night Had postpartum depression…

  • I Have a Horrible Ability

    I have the horrible ability of knowing peoples motives The sick ones The ones that are so sad it makes me cry The ones that make me know peoples real heart The ones that no one understands I hate it I wish I didn’t see it I wish I didn’t…