My wishes have turned against me
Turned to forbidden thoughts
My prayers have turned against me
Altered into forsaken speech
My happiness has turned against me
Transformed from happiness to rage and distress
And now I am the nightmare
I have become the nightmare and left my wishes behind me
I have left behind my happiness and embraced the anger and rage
I am accepting the hidden feelings from beneath my skull
I am accepting the ignorant stares and oblivious glances
I am accepting my fake self
The untrue me
The armor forced upon me
The image bleached into my eyes
Fake
Unreal
Pretend
A nightmare
A dream gone wrong
Twisted into a horrific scene
Into a nightmare of a child
A nightmare of a teen
A nightmare of an adult
A nightmare of mine
It scares me
It terrifies me
It frightens me only because I don't know how to go back
How to get my wishes back from the midnight black glove that stole them
How to grasp my prayers tightly and hold onto them so no one can steal them away
How to find my happiness once again and discard the anger I've learned to call mine
How to take back my dreams
My life
I do not wish to be this nightmare for any moment longer
Not an hour
A minute
Not even a second
I am crumbling from a nightmare to daymare
It's not only the nightmare I fear now
It's the nightmare that will always be around
During the night
The morning
The evening
The day
I will be the daymare
It will become me
And that's how even
My nightmare has turned against me.
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Inside the Minds of the Unspoken
PoetryA journey occurring over the course of three years in which unspoken thoughts can finally become reality.
