-Two types of people.
If I were to describe myself years ago, I would compare myself to a bag full of insecurities.
No matter how confident I looked or acted like, all I really heard between the good and bad opinions about me were the bad. People could haunt me, and you could easily see how guarded I stayed in these moments, because I knew how many layers my insecurities had.
It didn't help that I thought to be in love with a jerk, and I was friends with people that always put me down.
I didn't know the meaning of a true friendship.
I was blinded by the idea that my friends were telling me these harsh words because they were true. I was stupid, to believe them and let them bring me down.
When they left me, alone in the dark, I learned to become one with the darkness. It was all I had left. But I also slowly saw the bigger picture and started picking myself up after a while, because the best thing about being alone, is that you don't hear any criticism anymore, and I found peace in my solitude.
Until one day, I felt the need to look for something new, something different. I wanted to see more of the world, to see it from a different angle, a different perspective. I wanted to evolve, and get out of this comfortable space I was occupying on my own. So I searched in people, for someone who would understand, someone a bit like me.
And when I looked, I saw the chaos around me. I saw what this life has done to many others. I saw damaged people searching for something to numb the pain, I saw people with scars giving up on life, feeling hopeless, and then I saw them from distance, along with other people, living without a care in the world, each one of them had hurt someone and took their trust and heart away. Now I could see that there were two types of people in this world: the hurt, and the people that hurt others. Turns out I wasn't really struggling on my own, in fact, a lot of people were feeling the same or worse, while the ones who caused it were happily ignoring them. And when I gave the ones hurting a piece of my poetry, words describing the pain I went through, they told me it felt like a stranger offered them cold fresh water after a suffocating long walk through the desert. So I took it as a starting point to start writing more about it. For me, for them, all we had was poetry.
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Roses And Thorns (UNDER HEAVY EDITING)
PoetryHaven't we all felt lonely, Haven't we all dealt with heartbreak? This is life, after all. It's meant to break you, so you can find yourself. ⭐ #1 in poet (10th may 2018) ⭐ Started posting on 29th April 2017. This book is under HEAVY editing, and wi...