More often than not, the meanest people are afraid of nothing more than the simple truth
It is always that truth that scares us the most
Like if everyone could see on the outside how I thought and what I felt on the inside
What would they think of me
That I am horrible
Judgemental
Evil
Scary
A bitch
And really
I mean if we really get down to it
Mean
In meditation I saw all my skin peeled back from my body
And there were all the defects
All the things that I could finally see wrong
And I had never seen them before
They were ugly
I couldn’t believe it was me
I had a big knife with me and I went about the business of trying hard to cut out the bad parts
To slice them out and throw them away
To feed them like meat to a hungry cat or monitor
But I didn’t wanna poison them
Then I remembered the one lady who sat on the curb and tried to slice her arm off with a meat cleaver
She knew with all her heart that that was where the problem was because her arm was the entrance to the disease
She forgot that it was really the thing that told her to make the entrance in her arm that was the real problem
I can’t cut my brain out
Though I would much love to sometimes
It used to be fun and exciting, but not anymore
Now it is only Not fun and death warranting
Even though I think I could sew my skin back together behind my ears and I think I could do it so well that no one would ever notice that I had removed a few parts of my brain
I just couldn’t do it
You see, im the problem
I always have been the problem
And now I know
And I’m all outta rabbits
No more rabbits in this magicians hat
So now I have to do the work
The work I never did before and do it harder than I ever imagined
Because I’ve gotta get better
I can’t be the “such unfortunate, that is not at fault, because I seem to have been born that way”
Because I am at fault
I accept
I surrender
Savannah,
Thank you, thank you, thank you! Someday I hope you will know how much your poems like this one have helped me. I feel so ugly today,and mean,that the niceness is all a facade, a joke. If people only knew what goes on in my head they wouldn’t like me very much.
When I’m in my head I’m in enemy territory and that’s a dangerous place to be.
Then you come along with this and help point me in the right direction, reminding me I have to do the work if I don’t want to be “such an unfortunate”. It’s work I need and work I shall do and if I don’t you can come give me a swift kick in the butt and point me back in the right direction.
Much love,
Sonna
thanks babe! it’s all true, lately i just can’t stop crying…. like, i can laugh at the fact that im crying at an inappropriate time!
YW…..our eyes must be so puffy we can’t open them!!! Just blame it on PMS even though we know better. Your new box of Kleenex is on the way : )
S
Thanks love! Have a great night!