I am a warped convulsion of a thousand different thoughts, emotions. and I am far from everything you think that I am. I am a wreck. like the anxiety that wreaks havoc in the deep aching pit of your belly, I am built-up, a thousand seconds of pent up emotions. and I'm not sure, not comfortable with this level of uncertainty. I am laced with frustration, that will destroy this city. and I am a hundred different people and I sometimes wonder if I kill myself, is that suicide or homicide? what makes me think such thoughts and dream such nightmares?
what am I made for? to wreak havoc? to destroy, to pursue, to kill? or am I a clot of soil built on numerous insecurities – an inadequate, painful, messy wreck.
what am I?
- Dina x
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