Run through it, away from it,
the simulated sadness.
Don't jump into your own pit
of self-pity.
It is not real, but
the reason of its birth is.
Confront the reason.
Tell it to back off,
but don't walk into the trap
of simulated pain.
What are you waiting for?
A savior?
He/ She is nowhere else
but expecting you
to look into a mirror.
You know better than
sitting and doing nothing
while you could be
climbing mountains of conquests
won by heightened awareness
of self- worth.
Look for the sword
to slit immobility's throat.
Ask yourself,
do you have things to do?
or a door to nowhere, but
simulated sadness?
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I strongly believe that happiness is a choice,
but we all have our separate opinions and if you disagree with this, that's fine with me.
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Impersonating Thoughts
Poetry"If the mind is a tree, poems are windfalls." Just a bunch of visions, daydreams, outbursts, opinions and thoughts squished together in a book of diverse poetry. #9 in poetry - 04.05.2016
