There are times that I feel lonely with no purpose, I don’t know what to do. It’s painful thinking about the past experiences that I have gone through. Isolated, forced to live a life of solitude, all alone, without a friend in sight. Nobody wants me, I am damaged and abandoned, I am not worth the fight.
I am more depressed now than I’ve ever been before, I just want to stay indoors. I have been humiliated and degraded where I live, I don’t wish to go to any stores. I feel that nobody seems to care about me, it’s a bleak and lonely road up ahead. There must be something wrong with me, maybe my actions or words I’ve said.
Prozac masks my true emotions that I’m feeling inside, it’s a mystery how I feel. My inside and my outside no longer match, like my emotions are no longer real. I’m all alone in the dark, the candle that was burning isn’t burning any more. My frozen shivering body lies cold and still, I’m alone and naked on the floor.
It’s sad to feel like I have been abandoned, that I am all alone and don’t belong. In these moments, I can choose love or fear and prove that they are wrong. Fear will make me run and hide and look for a safe place where I feel protected. Love will look for me hiding there, it will find ways I belong and am connected.
Nick Shockney, the current CCPS Assistant Superintendent broke the law and it was covered up. This poem odd to blow the whistle on this behavior and hold him accountable for his actions, once and for all B
Every American has the liberty to simply choose. Too many give that right up, for too many views. Your choice might not be the same, as my choice. Your choice isn’t better, making me lose my voice.
Don’t silence my voice, if it’s different than you. My opinions are many, they are not just a few. How can I stay quiet, when i was mistreated? The silent, give it permission, to be repeated.
Any effort starts with the decision to just try. Effort requires energy, for us to then apply. A decision of effort, starts inside of our brain. The brain’s nueroplasticity, is what we’ll gain.
It is a hard feeling, when you hold a grudge. You can’t let go of the past, and won’t budge. All of the future is blurry because of the past. They blur together, as time has then amassed.
You will always see color, and me, will just the same. Our eyesight doesn’t need adjustment, or reframe. Color is something, we all see, with some emotion. The colors we see, set our emotions, into motion.
Everyone has different beliefs, all felt in the heart. First, you have beliefs, they make you fall apart. Untrue beliefs, are confronted from the very start. Understanding your current thinking, plays a part.
When your child is born, they are simply a blank slate. They are but a canvas, for your artwork to demonstrate. Artwork, is not a duplication, but an opportunity for art. No formula or directions are given, right from the start.
I am a blogger who is on a journey to become more emotionally intelligent by understanding what different emotions look like, how they feel, how they are perceived and impact others, and what to do when you are feeling those particular emotions.
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