Internal Anguish

Internal Anguish

A Poem by Armistead Lindsey
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people always make us second guess everything that we do

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For so long I've formed pain,
Held it within my four walls,
Within the structure of myself.

I learned this to be unhealthy,
Destructive to my personality,
So I believed expression was key,
To let it all flow freely,
Unfiltered, from my lips.

You encouraged me to talk,
I reciprocated such action,
Believing you willing to listen,
And knowing my ears are open.

As I learned to open up,
Began to find release,
I faced judgement, more pain.
You couldn't deal with what I held back.

I'll be no fool again, like this,
All previously thought progression,
Now clearly regression.
So I apologize for my blindness.

I'll not let the world know my pain,
I'll keep my internal anguish,
Even if I crumble inside, then out,
It must be less than external hate.

I'll retreat back to myself,
Keep in my bubble, where I'm safe.
Never to be scolded again,
By a fire that others fueled.

I'll embrace my internal anguish,
Understand it as my only companion,
Never to be betrayed by tongues,
Relaying information untrue,
Or turned, or twisted, or even honest.
People cannot cope with my pain,
So I'll no longer seek advice.

© 2015 Armistead Lindsey


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You gave a review on my work a while ago and I forgot to come check out yours. This is the first one that clicked and I automatically related. I like how it still flows but, doesn't rhyme. Good job on this one!

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Added on September 10, 2015
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Tags: trust, lies, revelation, pain, hurt, deceit, choices

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Armistead Lindsey
Armistead Lindsey

United Kingdom



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I write for personal expression and share with people who, in many ways, I hope never to meet in person. This is not because people are horrible, but because my writing holds something too personal fo.. more..

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