Reality

by Jenni Marie   Jul 31, 2015


I'm so completely lost; my baby barely knows
me, my parents don't care anymore. I know
that. I have the intelligence, but I don't want to
finish what I started all those years ago.

I wonder, if anyone really knows me, if they
can get behind the self constructed walls and
defences. Those that Ana didn't make me build?
I had no problem constructing myself, I was
proud to erect them. Because it meant nobody
could get close enough.

Close enough to hurt me, or to change my
mind; close enough to turn my world upside
down. It meant I was safe from the outside
world. I was more than happy to hurt myself
so that others could not. And people say
they care; that I'm worth more...but...

It's so difficult to believe them.

Why am I worth more? What makes me
different to the thousands of others suffering
the same? Nothing. I'm not worth more.
I'm not worth saving. They just fool themselves
into believing that's a reality for me.

It isn't.

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  • 2 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    The feels of this poem is real, It is sad when no one can completely understand what another is going through. I love how you always seem to write your feelings out and let the reader see what you are feeling inside. This one hits home to me as well. powerful write to keep the reader interested from beginning to end. NOMINATED!!!! 5.5

  • 2 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    The feels of this poem is real, It is sad when no one can completely understand what another is going through. I love how you always seem to write your feelings out and let the reader see what you are feeling inside. This one hits home to me as well. powerful write to keep the reader interested from beginning to end. NOMINATED!!!! 5.5

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Wow, this is a genuinely moving and sad piece, Jenni. The end is very powerful - well written.