lost in the swirling void
of self-doubt, self-hate
and self-harm
spinning further down - and down
with nothing to hold on to
and no one to catch me
all alone in a battle against myself
in this constant inward struggle
i cannot hope to win
© Wondra Vanian 2012
Showing posts with label self image. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self image. Show all posts
Monday, 15 April 2013
Sunday, 14 April 2013
NPM 30 Day Challenge: Day 14
alone, apart, outside
last to be picked
lonely
on the outside
alone
no one to love
loved by no one
ever alone, apart, outside
© Wondra Vanian 2012
last to be picked
lonely
on the outside
alone
no one to love
loved by no one
ever alone, apart, outside
© Wondra Vanian 2012
Sunday, 7 April 2013
NPM 30 Day Challenge: Day 7
I am a body of lies.
I am a mind of half-truths.
I am a heart of remorse.
I am a soul of regret.
I am a body of lies.
I am what you have made me.
© Wondra Vanian 2012
I am a mind of half-truths.
I am a heart of remorse.
I am a soul of regret.
I am a body of lies.
I am what you have made me.
© Wondra Vanian 2012
Saturday, 6 April 2013
NPM 30 Day Challenge: Day 6
Alone
I am The Contradiction
The Country's
I am The Contradiction
© Wondra Vanian 2012
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But not lonely
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But not living
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And also frightened
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And also amazing
I am The Contradiction
The Country's
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Best and Worst
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Worst and Best
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And nothing ever
I am The Contradiction
© Wondra Vanian 2012
Friday, 5 April 2013
NPM 30 Day Challenge: Day 5
I wear a mask.
When I am with you, I wear a mask of comfort
to boost your spirits,
to ease your pain.
When I am with her, I wear a mask of scorn
to mock the weak,
to ridicule the poor.
When I am with him, I wear a mask of mirth
to play children's games,
to laugh in the sun.
When I am alone, I wear no mask at all.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
I wear a mask.
©Wondra Vanian 2012
When I am with you, I wear a mask of comfort
to boost your spirits,
to ease your pain.
When I am with her, I wear a mask of scorn
to mock the weak,
to ridicule the poor.
When I am with him, I wear a mask of mirth
to play children's games,
to laugh in the sun.
When I am alone, I wear no mask at all.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
I wear a mask.
©Wondra Vanian 2012
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