DefiantYou don’t understand
I’m either in control
Or over emotional
Emotions I can’t understand
I’ve never had that freedom to choose
No matter what I do, I always seemed to lose
But now that I have that choice, all I am is confused
You expect me to act a certain way
Yet I find it comical
The way you expect me to act is impossible
I am not like you; you are not like me, so don’t try to pretend to be
I deal with a mental disorder that makes me perceive the world differently
Then of course is the illness, which makes my world grey
Add another that gives me anxiety and you’ll know why I’m astray
And yet that is not all I have
I still must deal with the pain of my past
My abuse, my trauma, damage that will last
I won’t get your hints
I don’t understand the subtly
But bluntness I understand utterly
You say you understand, yet it’s just a lie
If you understood, you’d know how I act
And why I act with such tact
A reason behind all my
Bionicle Gen 2 Chap 7Bionicle: Generation 2
Xipher had taken shelter in a cave near the Thermano - Bo-Nui border; His day had been a bad one, made only worse when it began raining that night.
How could I have been so...so feral, he thought angrily, Haven't I done enough damage over the past 18,000 years?! Xipher stabbed his claws into a wall, with enough force to scrape his knuckles. A tear escaped his eye, one of grief.
Naromia, he winced, I'm sorry... for everything. I'm sorry I went on that accursed assignment. I'm sorry I found that vial. I'm sorry I... I'm sorry I killed all those Matoran... All those Toa... I'm sorry I killed you...
"Why can't something go right for a change," Xipher muttered, "Why have I been forsaken?!" He seethed with rage, sorrow, regret, confusion, and exhaustion.
"Xipher?" a familiar voice called softly, "Is everything okay?" Xipher didn't reply, or even look at her.
Do you feel guilty?If you could see me now.
Would you feel guilty?
You set me back 1000 steps.
I was doing quite well.
Then you dangled a string in front of me.
When I tried to grab hold.
It snapped under my weight.
You knew it would shatter me.
Now you sit above it all.
Pretending my suffering doesn't matter.
Is it my fault for not finding my footing?
Or is it yours for hurting an un-stable person.
A Daughter's Letter To Her Abusive FatherYou helped bring me into this world. You have been here since my birth, watched me grow, watched me as I overcame my sickness, and overcame my challenges.
But you never raised me.
You have been around my entire life, but what have you done to help me grow, to help shape me into the person I’m supposed to be?
You’ll gladly take credit for raising me, though you never raised a finger. You let mum do all the work. Most of the time, you just stared at your computer screen and ignored me.
Did you even care when I won high silver in my dance classes? Did you actually enjoy yourself when you came to watch me perform in the musicals I was part of?
No. You didn’t. It was like pulling teeth in order to get you to come watch in the first place.
You didn’t shape me, you destroyed me. Because of you, I am terrified of making a mistake, of causing a small accident, no matter how small.
You made me believe that I am nothing, that I am worthless, a mistake, a failure, that I wi
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