Paradoxy.

The biggest dilemma surrounding me
is that which defines my own failed dealings
throughout my life, it’s become a disease
to be broken, in comparison to anybody
and in turn, this difference that stands between
always burns to ashes, any chances I might see
wholesome and unbroken folks want no part of me
rendering it impossible to know such human beings
many times I’ve tried to put myself into a “normal” scene
only to effectively emphasize such vast contrast in between
I’m tired of sharing “friendships” with liars, cheats and feigns
but I don’t want to mix my bullshit with the next guy’s purity
it’s a problem I’ve lived with throughout my entire memory
to hate to love the people who fear abandonment, same as me
but, to also despise the feeling of trying to fit into “normalcy”
it’s the paradox of searching for a place to simply “be”.

5 thoughts on “Paradoxy.

  1. JMC813 says:

    I hope you find your place to “BE” my friend. There is always room for you here in the land of misfit toys.

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  2. m says:

    you can be
    right here with me
    eating grilled cheese
    typing with greasy fingers
    seeing your impurities
    as beautiful signs
    that truth still lingers
    right there with you

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