The word fight
By beamish
I have spent my life fighting the words in my head. The voice that tells
me I would be better off dead.
Shut up you're stupid
I try to create beauty in my world. I build with words the place I want
to live.
She won't love you
You're ugly
I paint a dream where the negative can't beat me up any more. Where there
is a door with only one key that belongs to me. A door that holds all the
mean words at bay
You're a joke
But my biggest fear is I will finally give in and commit a mortal sin
You're worthless
No, not the sin done with a knife or a gun, but instead one I can never
recover from
You're a loser
The sin of believing the words the voices say. Giving into the ugly they
throw my way
You make me sick
Because on that day I'm worse than dead. I've just quit and become what
they said
Comments on "The word fight"
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A former member wrote:
Cleverly penned, luring the read onward only to find the ultimate surrender at the end. For many, however, that's life and you capttured this reality extremely well. I thought this was a wonderful read, well constructed and well formed.
Spelling alert -- "loser" not "looser."
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On Sunday, March 20, 2016, beamish
(137) wrote:
Thank you once again Your comments are always welcome. Spelling error fixed