Inner Struggles


‘Friends’ treat me like I have no skills cause they fear being failures themselves. I treat myself like I have no skills cause I am my only reinforcement. My loved ones are uncertain and insecure as well, without the ability to give me unconditional faith. I myself am in struggle and wonder, searching for my personal idea of happiness, though the world and this fear of mine try to strip it from me. They together try to strip me from me — and they often win. 

deserted


perhaps it is like now, in these moments,

when you realize that your friends give but a fuck about you,

and would rather chase glory,

than to be with you, who gives them nothing

but kindness and reassurance, pointless assets,

to a god like you.

perhaps one day I’ll gather just enough courage,

to tell you all fuck off.

perhaps when I realize that what I want is in front of me,

and everything else can go to Hell.

All you want is people to worship you,

instead of just be kind and funny and enjoy your company.

I understand.

Your pride is worth more than your heart.