Thoughts from the Dark side
I see your point Common Sense; I really do, but... I paid for this product.... so how expired can it really be?
What if the date on the box is just a suggestion? Or what if we've been lied to, and food never actually expires. It might very well be a grand marketing strategy pulled by the Behind-the-scenes schemers of the universe; all for the elaborate ploy of swindling us consumers into buying more of their stuff.
What say you then, Common Sense? What. Say. You. Then?
Worst Enemy
The idea that one’s self
Isn’t worthy enough,
Does far more hurt
Than the words or actions
Of another ever could
Thinking such thoughts,
It’s unbearably easy
To fall into despair,
But much harder
To burrow a way out
The darkness engulfs all,
Bearing down, snapping,
Like a rabid dog
Ready to bite
It slinks into the crevices,
All the nooks left unguarded
Soon, it has become
Just another part of you
And when it’s done,
You’re never quite the same,
Emotions and dreams torn away
The damage a mere thought
Can cause,
Effortlessly wrought
In the end, a person’s
Worst enemy,
Is always
Their own mind
Better
"But I could do better."
Just a few hours more
A few more drops of sweat, blood and tears
A few more ounces of pain and sorrow
A few more touches, edits, fixes
"I know I could do better."
I had an off day
The atmospheric pressure killed my head
The alarm didn't ring this morning
The stars weren't properly aligned
"I could do better if..."
If I had more resources
Maybe some more glitter, spark, spunk
Maybe some more stamina, muscle, spine
Maybe some more intelligence, aptitute, talent
Never get caught in the cycle of "better"
Because "better" ultimately causes more suffering than good
And "good enough" gets the job done just as well
What if?
What if I don't know?
What if they don't want me?
What if he says no?
What if they don't believe me?
What if I run away?
What if I disappear?
What if I'm not okay?
What if you aren't here?
What if I am alone?
What if no one cares?
What if my chance was never blown?
What if my heart fills with despair?
What if I say the wrong word?
What if I lose you forever?
What if you tell me that's absurd?
What if again, I'll see you never?
Who Cares?
Who cares?
Just knowing that there is nobody on your side
No one to confide in or to take comfort from
When that thought crosses your mind, hope is lost
Who cares?
You have certaintly given up
Why try when nobody cares
This is the time when dark ideas will pop into your head
Who cares?
You cannot survive alone on an island for forever
There must be at least a pinprick of light to reach for
So look hard and long and try your best
Or don't ever ask the question
Who cares?
I Want Them To Like Me
Suffering from low self esteem, the critical words of her parents still loud in her head, she sought the attention of others with all her might. She fervently believed that if she tried hard enough, she would be accepted and liked; she would prove her parents wrong.
So accustomed to put-downs, she soaked up any form of flattery with great relish, believing it to be genuine admiration. Most of all, she enjoyed the company of young men who were nothing like her father. A petite, pretty blonde, she found herself the centre of attention at the clubs.
Imagine her shock when her illusion was shattered; over and over again.
She didn't know what love was anymore, and replaced it with sex, drugs and alcohol. Down and down the spiral she went, until she found this was widely expected of her and she was too frightened to say no.
Her lack of respect for herself was contagious, it seemed, as the men drawn to her were now abusing her. This wasn't enough to stop her cycle, she just tried even harder to please, until she had nothing left.
One day, she was sitting in quiet reflection, gazing out at the sea, when inspiration struck her. She realised she'd been doing it all backwards! Looking outside herself for validation clearly didn't work. It dawned upon her that only when she cared about herself, could she expect someone to care about her.