|Love, love LOVE of my life!!!|
People PleaserThe scariest thing in the world to me is when people get angry with me. Literally, my heart sinks a thousand feet under. It terrifies me because I don't know if I'll be safe, or how my relationship with the person mad at me will change or not. I guess you could say that I just hate letting people down. I hate it. I'm a people pleaser,so what? If it makes me happy, then why should you get in my way?People Pleaser by ~DarkArgent
Oh no, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to make you upset again. . .
Lovely EyesLooking into the mirror,Lovely Eyes by ~DarkArgent
Oh my what big eyes you have.
Beckoning the mirror,
Show me what I can't already see.
Questioning the mirror,
Why can't I look any better?
Controlled by the mirror,
I don't think this is right.
Terrified of the mirror,
This isn't fun anymore.
Destroying the mirror,
Get out of my life, I'm done.
The DropThe Drop: a nightmare, a figment that has been parading around my mind since I came of age.The Drop by ~DarkArgent
What exactly is this "drop"? Well, this is how I view existence in this mindset of The Drop:
we are all held up by heartstrings, or pieces of thread protruding from our chest cavity. In a way, they are like that of puppet strings. This network of strings are the main connection to the spiritual world, and what keeps us all alive and breathing. These strings grow weaker and weaker as we age. When the time of death is determined, a higher being "cuts" these strings all in one swoop, therefore disconnecting the spiritual from the physical. As for The Drop, the physical body drops into a deep, dark pit of oblivion while the spirit soars through the severed heatstrings into heaven.
The physical drop is what I'm having the most trouble with. When I imagine it, it feels like a pain unfathomable. Almost akin to not having enough air, and heartburn at the same time. It's like the feeling of a "falling" d
FuturesFor the past seven years of public education, it feels like I've had to defy stereotypes just to get by. Even in my last days of high school, the days I was supposed to be enjoying, I was just wanting it to end already because I felt so terrible. Even though my school was "different" in that nobody appeared to care, deep down we all knew that was a lie. People still gossiped. People still made fun of others. The stereotypes were omnipresent. Then again, I suppose if the mic were handed to somebody else they'd probably have a different view. But still. Now that I think back, I went through at least three different changes. I tried to change myself for the better,multiple times, but nobody really accepted it because they would think of the "me" from before. We've all changed over the years. We're all different than who we were four years ago. But it seemed as if I was being faulted by the populous of the class of '12 for trying to be a better me. Like I didn't have a right to change myseFutures by ~DarkArgent
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