The death of me

The death of me

A Poem by TheSuffering

Bitterness eats away from your soul 
As I fail to reach them 
Reach the versions of me 
That you want to put high 
High on a pedestal 
For everyone to see 
You don't know about 
The reality of this situation 
You are blinded by the vision 
Of the sun shining behind my back 
As I have raised above all 
of the expectations 

I've climbed too high 
For you to be able to 
Drag me down 

On top of this mountain 
I can clearly see
The death of the versions of me 
that you want me to be 
Because I will forever fight and strive 
To be anything but chained down
By someone's vague 
Expectations of me

© 2019 TheSuffering


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Wow, this really is a superb poem. About someone, clearly not excepting you for you. But having a vision in their own head about who and how you should be and also thinking that is the reality of who you are. When in fact you are far from that. Treating you like an idol when in fact your just a human being. That has swollen up to be a superstar. And made you feel so uncomfortable and awkward with who you really are inside and out.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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TheSuffering
TheSuffering

Sweden



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I am a 21 year old... girl or woman? Something in between, maybe. I was a weird child. In the midst of war, with no electricity and barely any food or water sometimes, I used to light a candle and r.. more..

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