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So many mood swings
One minute she's crying
The next, dying
One minute she's laughing
Next, she's breaking.
No matter how hard
She tried
To not let negativity
Seeps it's way to the surface
It somehow
Still found a
Way to show
Because on minute
she was smiling
And the next,
She was lying
"I'm fine,"
"I'm Okay,"
She said to everyone
Who asked
To all the by-passers
She looked
Alright
But inside
She had lost
She wanted to
Hug someone
The next,
To punch
She was out of
Control
Of her own damn
Emotions
It irked her
So much
She felt exhausted
Because she couldn't
Control
What she wanted
It made her feel
Helpless
Weak
Defenceless
And a wanting to shriek
She lost control
Slowly
And her grip of
Reality
Was no more
She lost her way
And couldn't get back
And that's when she
Knew and accepted
She had finally lost defeat
No optimism could resolve it
All
She wanted
Was control
Over her life.
Not even full
Grasp
Maybe
Half
But that's the thing
Life isn't
A wishing genie
It doesn't grant your wish
It makes your
Suffer
Torment
And strive
To get what you deserve
But life
Had made her
Life especially
Brutal
Because she was born
A warrior
Whether she
Knew it or not
She slowly lost
Her mind
Her grasp
On reality
And no matter how hard
She tried
To not let negativity
Seeps it's way to the surface
It somehow
Still found a
Way to show
And glow
She truly
Had no control
And was frantically
Lost in a sea
Of oblivion
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➵ Midnight Thoughts | ✔︎
PoetryRandom, collated thoughts put to paper through emotion and expressions, and a mind that works it's flow. Love, Lillian x x Disclaimer: this is purely my own work. if my lines seem similar to other poems, this is purely coincidental. some poems/boo...
