So much material!

I believe that you are an idiot. Yes, you may be educated but you are still an idiot. It is not my fault that you have been treated horribly in your life, so have I. I choose the higher path because I know the reality of karma baby. I got your number sweetums, everyone does. You are so transparent that I am amazed that we can even see you at all. Why don't you take that anger and actually do something productive with it like, I don't know, maybe save something! But that would require too much work on your part right? You just want everything handed to you or it's not worth your while. That's so funny to me. I have never had a damn thing handed to me in my entire life, and I'm glad. I appreciate where I am, can you say the same? I have fought tooth and nail for everything that I have. I am proud of my scars, yet I don't inflict them on others. Part of being an adult is knowing when to fight and when to walk away. Remember that.

Really? Validated by a number? Is that all it takes to make you feel worthy? Quite possibly. In my quest for acceptance I forgot to get it from the most important person in my life, me! Note to self, learn to be happy. Learn to do what you say you will. Learn to forgive. Learn to let go finally.

Murky

When I try to talk to you my head grows murky. I don't want it to, but it does. This is why I stay away lately. I try to remember the good times, but the black seeps in. It makes my mind itch way too much anymore. To be better than you I have to get better. We'll see. If we talk don't hold this against me. Years can't be erased in a minute's time.

Whirling

Twisting top,
keep me in the loop.
Can't remember when this started.
Not sure when this will end.
The lights flash at me,
but I keep going.
Not sure why I repeat this
again and again.
My design was gorgeous,
you really shoulda seen it!
The plans were perfect
yet somehow it all went away.
The dream reminds me,
if I could only get there once more.
The cracked glass doll cries because
she is too pained to remember.

Ownership is new to me

I had to let you verbally punch me
to see the damage I had caused.
Indirectly, mistakenly
I had inflicted such harm!
I didn't know.
I can't help it.
I know better,
but so do you.
We brought the battle home
when this used to a safezone.
I've lived this before,
but it wasn't this at all.
You're not him,
for this I am glad.
You couldn't be him.
But am I the same?
Am I worse?
I no longer blame
all these others.
I created what I have become.
I became one of those girls,
the ones that I don't respect.
I became her.
It won't happen.
It can't.
I have help now.
I'm scratchin down my walls
in hope of seeing the light.
My hell isn't yours.
It shouldn't have to be.
It won't be.

a million miles

I walked in here alone, but comfortable. I watched as the crowd grew and the juggler emerged to tried and entertain them. When the act got boring, he grew louder with his singing until we couldn't even hear ourselves think anymore. I stepped into a dark corner because the air was so thick. I felt as if I might suffocate. This has been happening way too much lately. When I regrouped I went back into the madness. It was like a movie. I sat back and watched the pretenders, the romantics, and the pleasers. Often I wonder what my role in all this is. I believe it changes way too much from day to day. The poet, the caretaker, the disbeliever, the hipster, the childlike, the quiet one, the center of attention....... I could be any one of them. Roll the dice. But I had never really thought about what role I choose to play. I can do that? I can choose? What a wonderful idea! The next million miles traveled will be in search of the complete me, and I am very comfortable with that.