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Someone once told meSomeone once told me that I was worthless.
I told them that they were not the judge of what I am worth.
Someone once told me that my heart was colder than snow.
I told them that it is only cold towards a heart that is much colder.
Someone once told me that I am idiotic for being afraid.
I told them that if that is true, then this whole world is full of idiotic people.
Someone once told me that if I don't act normal that I won't be accepted.
I told them that normal has become the minority.
Someone once told me that they were afraid.
Afraid of who they have become,
afraid of what is to come,
afraid of the future that lies ahead,
afraid of the thoughts that come into their head,
afraid of the life that they have lived,
afraid that they don't have enough to give,
afraid of losing what they hold dear,
and most of all they were afraid of fear.
I told them.
I told them, so am I.
So am I.
Forgetting the BadThey say there is someone out there for everyone.
Someone who will accept my faults.
They will look past them and see that I am good.
They will not see
the imperfect skin
the fear of social situations
the broken nails
the fear of interaction
the love for weird foods
They will see
the caring person
the hopeful person
the one who loves people for who they are
the happy girl
the adorable quirks who make me who I am
the loving girl
They are out there somewhere, looking for who they need to find.
I am looking for them too.
Someday we will meet.
The Unexpected ShiftA small wooden clock¬†
set on a mantle
It's time guarded by a gold key.
I use the key of the clock
to turn back the time
and I unexpectedly see,
The room starts to spin¬†
light start shimmer
and I start to sway.
The new dissapears.
the old has returned
and in this spot I have stayed
I Belong To You† I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
† Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
† Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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