No matter how you try, you are destined

to be the same.

Same smile, slightly crooked.

Same fears, threatening your sanity.

Same anger, silent then explosive.

Mother molds daughter.

Daughter fights it.

Everyone always fights it.

 

We fight feelings,

bury crushes,

ignore what we know is true.

Put your life into a safe box and will yourself to believe

that this is all you want.

All you’ve ever wanted.

Because worse than chaos,

is regret.

Poetry

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