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My reply didn’t even answer your question

You were already running

At the ensuing uncertainty

Of the situation,

Desperately afraid of unfamiliar territory

 

Yet you talk about honesty

Like it’s the stuff life is made of…

Like it’s the stuff you’re made of

And it’s not even enough as it is, in your life.

 

All talk.

At least practice what you preach

 

You talk about honesty

But still want me

To tell you

What you want to hear

 

You talk about honesty

But you’re living a lie

And this lie has become your truth

So yourself you can soothe

While the TRUTH you are so afraid to confront

Remains in ambiguity

Much to your comfort

 

So how am I to be honest with you,

When you’re not even honest with yourself?

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…She was having trouble walking with those shoes, she hated them. But he’d told her she looked good in them. And she liked it. They were rather uncomfortable, but She told herself would grow into to them. So she wore them tonight, promising herself, unconvincingly, that she would last the remainder of the night. It was only 11 pm, and it had taken her an hour to cover a 10 minute walk. She was clearly in distress, walking with a forward lean and an awkward limp. Her feet were on fire.

But it didn’t matter.

She looked good….

via Daily Prompt: Dash
Dash

Rush and dash,

Huff and puff,

Don’t be late,

or you will regret

so many deadlines,

constantly running out of time,

Selling your soul,

Just to be rich

Chasing after a goal

that is always beyond reach.

So dash to your demise

The inevitable conclusion.

Repeat After Me: I am Free

Repeat After Me: I am Free

So recently started my attachment/internship., and observation of events around the workplace got me thinking about institutionalization and the matrix, which inspired this piece.

 

Red pill or blue pill?

You are at the mid-point, in limbo.

One puts you back to sleep

One wakes you up

you see all the tools employed

All the illusions destroyed

And you realize your insanity

In a world whose sanity

Is banked on vanity

And your everyday life

Is you living a lie

Freedom is not what

You think it is

You are a modern-day slave

Who would rather enjoy being chained

Than break the chains

And face the uncertainty

Of a free life