Filtered Confessions

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    Filtered Confessions

    And pay no mind to your pain
    Ringing soundless for your brain.
    I am sure that there is peace somewhere
    Just burn the clutter...I know it's there.
    A knot of hidden energy I can't find
    Somewhere beyond my tortured mind.
    Reliving and recounting day after day
    Only reopens my wounds and makes me say,
    "Shut the fuck up you pitiful whiny girl
    Your complaintive sob story is going to make me hurl!
    Who fucking cares that you are sad and weak
    Nothing will be remedied so what do you seek?
    Pity? Sympathy? Understanding? What?!
    Sharing isn't mending so keep your mouth shut!"
    I am an unfinished painting...dusty and mute
    Silently imprisoned and forgotten...a bowl of rotting fruit.
    Please let me scream outward instead of in
    I have to release my agony before I lose it again.
    An intangible object constantly pierces my heart
    Secretly destroying me....silently ripping me apart.
    Oh how it lingers in my throat and in my chest
    It is hard to breathe or swallow as my lungs compress.
    Courageously I smile as though nothing is wrong
    Secretly I want to crumble and stop being strong.
    I am weary from my journey through hell and back
    I took too many wrong turns....I am lost and ready to crack.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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