Sometimes it feels unbearable in this skin,
Feeling every smile, every frown, every wink.
And sometimes my heart explodes in overreactions.
You cry and tears roll even if I don't know you
Because my soul is too often touched by the air you breathe..
I wish I could turn you off, all of you off.
I wish I could laugh it off all these slams that come,
Walk it off when I see the horror in the world around me.
Instead I feel this rage that's not even mine build
But do I ever throw these fists?
No, I fester and think and plot and do nothing at all.
I feel too much about things, people who will never truly feel anything back.
I hide behind a silly comment, a clever pun.
If I said to you, everything you say stabs,
You would just deem me a fool
But I wish you could understand, all of you, maybe just one of you.
Everything you say or do is held inside me,
Catologued and Duey Decimaled and never forgotten
Because I will admit only once my hurt.
The rest will be archived, reviewed at inappropriate times.
But as good as I am at putting you away, pushing you away,
I still feel to much of you, of any of you, of all of you
And I just wish I could turn all of this off sometimes.
I guess there was a time when I knew,
I knew easily the direction I needed to take
But the older I get I seem to get distracted more easily.
I drove home the other day
And I thought the last words I would write.
Tears ran down my face, thinking of the all these words
That people wouldn't hear until I was gone.
I started to laugh
Shaking my head at the morbidness of this
Conversation that was happening In the middle of traffic
Because this life could be ended if the guy next to me decided to veer right.
These words that I imagine would never be spoken anyway.
The vitality of my life is long gone
That visceral need to shine or I'll burst faded
Yet I still feel this murmur in my heart thump.
Still trying to prove to myself that I can fly
When I've never been able to leave the ground.
I get too distracted by this life,
By all the practical things that need to be done
Knowing I will be the one to do what I gotta do
Even if it means I sacrifice this girl writing these words.
So I think about who will be sitting there after I go.
I think about all these things that I've never said and smile
Because when death finds me this will live on.
I drove thinking about what I should say to you before I go,
How we should all just say these things before it is too late, how silly it all is
But life wears shades of gray, folds of complications that we create ourselves.
We end up stuck in traffic, just a veer to the right away from it all slipping away.
The older I get I guess the more sedated I become.
It should make me angry but I'd rather take a nap then damn that man anymore.
Still, the thumps beat.
The older I get, I hear them much more clearly.
It's just the path that seems to be the struggle.
I'm so tired of feeling like a struggle but that's the joke.
That's always the joke.
It's a matter of heart, always feeling from my heart
But what happens when my heart falls empty?
Routines, stability, all these necessities
Battling the whim I wish I was.
Sometimes I drive down the road
And I grow jealous of that tree that leans.
What a simple path.
Planted, grow, stand, fade away.
Sighs seem to be only thing that I speak these days.
These sighs of aggravation, of letting it go
When half the time I just want to scream
But it never solves anything
Except an adrenaline release off my back.
Steps forward only to cartwheel back
And I am tired of keeping my shit together
But I will never walk away from my pieces that seem to always be falling.
We complicate for no reason
When we could just be a tree and just grow.
We throw sticks at each other to cover up the pain we feel when our own break
But it's not anyone's fault.
We're all just a little bitter.
I want their to be easy answers, clear lines, definitive decisions
But I also want to fuck off, too.
And finding this balance between is deafening.
Why can't I live my life like hand draws that line?
Freely and without expectation.
These small moments of reprieve become not enough little by little.
I say tomorrow will be better.
It's always better, just get through today
But how many todays have I wasted with that statement?
This struggle of just getting through the day,
Of counting pennies to steal from Paul,
Of grinding it out wear me down
And yet I keep going.
I keep going because she's looking,
Because he's looking,
Because I am always looking.
If I was braver, I would stand up and scream.
If I had just a bit more courage,
I would demand to be heard
But it's never been a matter of strength.
My cup is full.
It is my empathy that holds this tongue,
This idea that I would do more harm
If this tongue was allowed to lash.
It doesn't matter really,
Any of it, none of it, all of it.
We're all seasons, the rage and the joy.
We change to only become what we were
And then to fade away until the next year.
I get angry, frustrated.
I want to throw my coffee cup across the room
Like the casserole dishes I saw fly when I was a kid
But I don't.
Maybe if I was braver I would.
I would allow my anger to surface.
I would tell you that this life bothers me.
Maybe if I had just a wee bit more courage
I would not tolerate what I do
But really it's not a matter of either.
My heart is so big.
Sometimes it's hard to carry
And I'd like to throw it in a lake.
Tie it to a rock and watch it disappear
It's so big sometimes it hurts.
There are days when it is too much.
Still, I hold it quietly,
Knowing it's value to me, to you.
I should tell you when I'm hurt
And not fear the apology I will make
But I won't
Because it's a circle, laps really.
I just don't have the ability to tolerate it much.
You know if I had just spoke the words
I wouldn't feel like my insides
Were on the brink of constantly imploding
But I understand the importance of kindness
And I understand that hurting you or him or her
Is not worth my pride, nothing ever is really.
So I will be brave in my own way.
I will find courage in the only way I know how.
None of it, all of it, maybe just a little of it matters anyway.
When my eyes open in the morning
At times I lack the courage to go beyond that
I think about all these things to do
The daily struggle of it all
Wondering even if I conquer this
What point will there be to anything else?
This beast of the looming depression that sit
Mocks me in a way I don't let on
Because what is the point?
This demon isn't for you to entertain
But for me to tolerate,
Until the day I beat it once and for all.
It's not really that simple.
We all know it's this part we all carry.
Some better than others.
Thankfully my DNA carries the stubborn string.
Something as trivial as self doubt never prevails
Even if it does win a battle now and again
My sunny disposition brightens my day.
This sarcastic, slightly morbid humor keeps me going.
And I can take solace in my quiet wickedness
Especially when I'm only one to get the joke.
I drive down the road
Back and forth
To make my ends meet
And sometimes I feel the urge to cut them completely
Knowing that I've never lived impulsively.
Because I will always think of you first
Even when I shouldn't
But I will
I admit it.
I get the tone of these words
Inspiring some sort of concern.
This beast is mine and mine alone
Sometimes I just have air her out.
When my eyes close tonight
Back this demon will go.
And I shall keep on
Because I understand
This life is nothing but a struggle,
One after another.
And there is a part of me that thrives because of it.
I admit it.
How do I explain the shrieks that happens inside?
But when you look at me?
When you look at me I give you nods.
It's not because I don't want you to hear
But because I know you will not.
These burdens we carry sometimes are just our own
And they are not for me to give to you.
I try to shush them away for you
Because I know silence is easier to hear
But please understand it is chaos where I thrive.
I wish I could tell you that I do not like it,
That I wish I could walk away from it, let it go,
Knowing that I will never abandon it
Because there is a part of me that is lovely because of it, too.
Somewhere inside the madness that I carry,
I understand the peacefulness that it gives me.
It's like a puzzle I have to put together.
The pieces don't always make sense
But once together I get what it makes.
Though the sensation of the breathlessness that it leaves Sometimes terrifies me.
It is in those moments that I feel most alive.
And I do not know how to explain it to you
Because really I don't want to give that to you.
Then it's not just mine anymore
But a problem that you have to fix.
I'm not broken anymore,
Just slightly off kilter now
This make shift person that I have found solace in.
My hands scream sometimes
But it doesn't always deafen me
And it hasn't been what defines me for a long time.
When you look at me?
What I give you is love, just love
Because that's what these pieces have formed.
That's what these shrieks create
And to me it's the part of the puzzle that inspires.
It comes and it goes, these beautiful waves of life
Where you don't know if you are sinking or swimming
Watching the world around you change, fixate,
And then change again
You watch the people who once sat at your table get up
one by one
Realizing not every exit hurts as much as you thought
Because what is life if it not a constant change of scenery?
I loved you and once loved that love is always there
Even if I watch you walk away
Even if I leave you behind
I smile at the smiles I see on the faces
And my heart swells knowing that I once touched your life
Though my presence now seems fleeting
Almost like I was never there at all
But the marks we leave on each other stay
Flashing like memories
Float back like dreams
Dancing behind eyelids
Lightning bugs on a warm summer night
There are tables we all come back to
Where the people that stick will always be waiting for you
And how lovely it is to see the faces that stay
Because what is this life without the bricks we build?
You, my friend, will be more than a ghost to me, more than a memory that flashes
Sometimes when we leave, we are forgotten
A thought that once scared me
But I know eventually we all will be
And for now I can take solace that I am here,
I am here in this moment with you as something real,
as someone real
Because what good is life if we do not live each moment?
Walls surround, filled with people and sounds,
Bouncing off each other like a symphony.
In those walls, I sat, absorbing the vibrations,
Thinking that it was the walls that were important
But the walls started to crack over time,
Aging and swelling and growing and crumbling,
Leaving holes in the foundation of what it once was,
Realizing sometimes we don't go back to what we were, changing into something new instead.
Among those cracks, I sat and watched,
I watched the people go
And heard their sounds quiet,
Taking notes as I saw wings sprout around me.
I remained among the debris of what those walls once were.
But I saw the light peak through and shine in my eye, whispering for me to try,
To try to catch that light for myself
And I started to understand it was never about the walls.
I sat and I looked beyond the brick.
I closed my eyes and remembered the sounds of our laughter, the feel of our rage,
And how it felt to sit with you after a long day.
And as I walk away from the bricks I laid down there, I know I can walk away with you still with me
Because what I found there was a beautiful strength, one I had forgotten I had.
The wood will continue to rot.
The bricks will continue to crumble.
The glasses will continue to shatter
But the people will continue to grow
And for all my hours, for all those years spent
Telling myself it was the place I love,
What I finally realize is that it was just four walls.
What mattered was what bloomed inside.
I turn my cheek and take a long sigh
But I know that's not always how I used to be.
I know the fight to fight just to fight has faded
And yet because I no longer throw fists
I am resented for the kindness I choose to show instead.
I don't know how to explain that the anger,
That anger that once consumed me
Murdered me more and more with each breath
But still you say stand, you say fight
When I know the battle isn't worth the price.
How do I explain how much I lost because of it?
I was tough because I had to be tough.
I was loud because I needed to be heard.
I was closed off because I couldn't afford to let anyone in.
And then life changed, grew, enlightened me,
Realizing I didn't have to be ice cold,
How refreshing it felt to sit with you and smile.
How intoxicating it felt to sigh out of happiness
Not out of frustration at the world around me.
But still the clouds move in.
I can't understand how I am supposed to be.
There have been so many versions of me.
I can say this is the best one yet
But I still get berated.
I choose to hold my tongue
Because why let that beast free
When I've finally learned how to tame her?
Then every now and again I open the gates.
I allow myself to make a stand
And I am told to sit back down,
Making me feel like nothing about me matters much
Because either way I am weak for it.
So many miles I have walked in this skin.
So many troubles I have seen,
So many people I have encountered.
Through all of these things I have learned,
Picked up pieces to put in my broken bucket
To figure out what this all means
And when I looked in that broken bucket?
I realized that it was the kindness in life I chose to keep.
Those were the parts of me that people would remember,
Not the girl who hid in a corner,
Not the girl who screamed so loudly,
Not the girl who wanted to be forgotten.
I realized that being kind was worth the price
I now understand that I am paying.
For all the things I am not, I am grateful for lovely inspirations I have become.
So much in this life doesn't matter.
I've been scared that I've become one of them
But maybe that doesn't matter either.
Maybe turning the other cheek is my strength.
Maybe choosing to stay soft and kind
Takes more courage
Then being the flame that will eventually burn out anyway.
We try to mold ourselves into these frames
But we spill over
And we assume the spillage is what we should toss.
Then I look at what's in the extra
And I see the things that I'm trying to shave off
Are the things that created what sits in this chair.
I realize that some of my wreckage doesn't always appeal to the people around me
But at what point do we stop cutting off our own heels to fit a shoe?
Sometimes I don't do the things that make me happy
Because someone might judge me for it.
Sometimes I walk away when I want to sit down
Because I fear that I may not get back up.
The older I get the more I become aware,
Aware of these unnecessary knots I tie myself into.
The more I understand sometimes you have to let the whales save themselves,
Knowing there will always be that need within me to self sacrifice.
I watch and I observe and I decide.
I shove myself into this vision of what I want to be,
Spilling myself all over the place.
I am a perpetual wet floor sign
And I laugh at the amount of grace I will never have
But I think I'm finally learning to embrace,
Embrace that I will constantly battle myself,
The me I think I am versus this me I want to be
With the me I never will be mocking from the sidelines,
Stewing in the lovely extra that never will quite fit right.
And then I sit back, let myself wash over me.
I file all the negative away.
Then I let them go.
Maybe I just need a bigger frame
Because the leftovers are the most interesting parts of us.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.