There’s something particularly tragic about trying to fit in a place or a group that’s not for you. As any human being, you want to belong. So of course, you make yourself be as likable as you can. You might want to choose a career that’s traditionally revered and respected by society. You might adapt …
Cold, hard, tough, severeThat’s all they see,Their eyes set upon me. Stoic, strong, resilient, enduringI can do everything,Overcome anything,Right ?You wouldn’t say thatIf you saw me at night. Alone in my world where no one can witnessThe broken heart,The desires never being blessedOr even confessedTo any soul crossing my path. The mask is all they …
Sometimes, I have the impression that if I didn’t feel emotions as intensely as I do, I would be totally cut off from my humaneness. I would be either completely numb and indifferent to the world. Or, I would be ready to burn it to the ground and watch it go to ruin. Just so …
I crave. They can sense it.This needAlmost feels like greed.It’s raw, human and rough.Nothing will ever be enough.So intense it sometimes slips through,Making my cold mask fall,Leaving me bare for them to see allThe void, the darkness.Unrelentless For a moment, they can even hearA voice whispering « come closer, come near ».Mysterious, absolutelyAnd lethal, it might be.It …
I used to feel depressed and blue on Sunday afternoons. I felt upset because : I couldn’t help but feel dread and/or anxiety about already going back to it. The weekend felt way too short; I needed more.More time to relax. More time to enjoy. But, I barely got to a point of relaxation that …
Like any child, I saw my mother (the only blood parent I had) as my number 1 person. I spent most of my life trying to conform to what she wished or deemed appropriate for me. I’d get good grades, wear the clothes she chose, even though I didn’t like them. I even went to …
Sweet little childHow raw and wildYour are.So full of life,So full of energy,That’s what you’re supposed to be Free, so carefree,It’s frightening to seeFor the witness, the guardian, the protector.For them, the sight is uncanny.How can this be ?Like you, they never could be.Where does that inheritance come from ?Who gave it to you ? After all, you’re …
