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Your analysis and hard hitting perfectionism
crumbling every ground you endear
shaking the foundation lay near
The apprehension
foreboding of every word, at ruin along here
breaking the structure you hold dear
Anxiety.
You're like the vibration
ephemeral but always returning
.. disturbing solitude
killing the balance of normality
Analysis.
You're the fear
assuring you never fall impolite
treading carefully amongst a swamp of nails
and Guilt
You're the one who renews the cycle
Bringing fourth anxiety, again.. feeding from the consequence of it's prior, initial beginning
Feeling.. shame
You're the button sharp as a knife, waiting to be pushed,
Encouraging the end of an existence of one so awkward
Hope
You're the one secretly hoping for the release
Hoping they understand
Being
You're the one wishing to be loved
but Haplessly You're the one who destroys all, killing the gateway to love
bonding it's entry with a wall.. assuring you're never mistaken as human
guaranteeing you're disconnected from the emotion of all others
Vexation
You're the one like a werewolf.. baring it's chest, helplessly pulling it's fur
wishing your true self would disappear, being as you can't fall dear
writhing in self deprecated rage, self embalming torturism..
a cried howl and black tear... baring your teeth toward the stars
knowing they all have each other but you are just the beast
.. it's only when the stars are gone.. and the night has fell that you are alone
you can't be loved for what you are..
only when the sun comes and you bare a different, unmeaning human skin do you calm
It's not you .. but like with a vow of silence warding social anxiety... you find peace
The moon to the werewolf is like the the revealing truth to your soul, it's who you are but the paradox of what you are breaks you apart.. the wolven appearance is like anxiety.. every time you are seen or expressed you are known to be outcast.. your words like its howl brings distance from all who were once near
I find peace in a vow of silence, alone at night like the wolf, concealed in the ambience of darkness and still night.. every time I talk, I feel all of the things above and it's like torture.. I know I do not converse normally and I know I am not normal.. though I am okay with it, but only.. when alone.. that is how it will always be. talking is like the wolf looking upon itself in the mirror, ruthlessly reminded.. and brought sadness.. of it's difference....... alone, in it's gaze
crumbling every ground you endear
shaking the foundation lay near
The apprehension
foreboding of every word, at ruin along here
breaking the structure you hold dear
Anxiety.
You're like the vibration
ephemeral but always returning
.. disturbing solitude
killing the balance of normality
Analysis.
You're the fear
assuring you never fall impolite
treading carefully amongst a swamp of nails
and Guilt
You're the one who renews the cycle
Bringing fourth anxiety, again.. feeding from the consequence of it's prior, initial beginning
Feeling.. shame
You're the button sharp as a knife, waiting to be pushed,
Encouraging the end of an existence of one so awkward
Hope
You're the one secretly hoping for the release
Hoping they understand
Being
You're the one wishing to be loved
but Haplessly You're the one who destroys all, killing the gateway to love
bonding it's entry with a wall.. assuring you're never mistaken as human
guaranteeing you're disconnected from the emotion of all others
Vexation
You're the one like a werewolf.. baring it's chest, helplessly pulling it's fur
wishing your true self would disappear, being as you can't fall dear
writhing in self deprecated rage, self embalming torturism..
a cried howl and black tear... baring your teeth toward the stars
knowing they all have each other but you are just the beast
.. it's only when the stars are gone.. and the night has fell that you are alone
you can't be loved for what you are..
only when the sun comes and you bare a different, unmeaning human skin do you calm
It's not you .. but like with a vow of silence warding social anxiety... you find peace
The moon to the werewolf is like the the revealing truth to your soul, it's who you are but the paradox of what you are breaks you apart.. the wolven appearance is like anxiety.. every time you are seen or expressed you are known to be outcast.. your words like its howl brings distance from all who were once near
I find peace in a vow of silence, alone at night like the wolf, concealed in the ambience of darkness and still night.. every time I talk, I feel all of the things above and it's like torture.. I know I do not converse normally and I know I am not normal.. though I am okay with it, but only.. when alone.. that is how it will always be. talking is like the wolf looking upon itself in the mirror, ruthlessly reminded.. and brought sadness.. of it's difference....... alone, in it's gaze
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