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The Deadliest Weapon of All Time
A poem.
I often wonder how people perceive me
What they see is merely a jolly, motivated and cheerful person
versus what I am — a emotional, sad and introverted version.
The truer self is not even reflected in the mirror I see everyday,
all I see is a hideous pretense that I have put out on display.
Oh how I hide my sorrows in my heart.
If only I was able to set those feelings apart.
The sad and hurtful ones to dramatically less significant ones.
How I try to figure out where it all began.
I wonder..
I wonder what people do
when they have nothing to hold on to.
In situations, where they need to fight back and survive through.
Not with actual weapons,
but fighting with something more powerful
that is constantly arguing with the inner mind.
To try and make every thought process aligned.
A chaotic mind can be a dangerous one,
especially when words are left unspoken and undone.
