Poems

I’m a genius of Self-deprecating art

It’s so easy to have self-doubts
When you’re alone and lonely
All those negative emotions
Just find a way out

The human soul’s such a fragile thing
Each new experience that comes to pass
Leaves fragmented pieces scattered about
It’s a crapshoot if we get through it intact

I am an outsider here
In this world of delusions
Happy to stand out
Yet longing to fit in

I realize I’ve built a wall
And stood behind it
Only harming myself
As the demons come from within

For I am my own creator
The master of my puppet strings
I have the power to conquer
I have the power to succumb

As I learn to control my own mind
It’s hard to face the truth
All the years of worry
I’m a genius of Self-deprecating art

I have to stop the forward movement
Slam the breaks on hard
I must skid to a jerking halt
Reset the destination for life to really start.

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