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 

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Copyright 2016 beamish
Published on Sunday, March 20, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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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."

  • beamish On Sunday, March 20, 2016, beamish (137)By person wrote:

    Thank you once again Your comments are always welcome. Spelling error fixed

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