Metaphor

Judged, misunderstood, Different from all the othersI am metaphor.

Diary through anxiety

Isn’t “used to” such a complex, depressing structure? I used to smile… I used to have fun… I used to be happy… But now I’m not any of those. Now… I struggle. And the more I struggle, the more I realize “used to” is an awful structure that seems to be stuck with me like

Fed up

Am tired,Tired of the lies, Tired of the world, Tired of the criesAnd of being told, What to do, What to think, How to behave, How to be a slave. I want to get outBut here’s no wayFeeling trapped like JonasIn the stomachaches of a whale.Maybe this is just a phaseMaybe the happy ending delaysOr

A new begining

When light defeats the darkness And the world begins to breath No more shadows, no more blackness Just some love and freedom to live. That’s the beginning of a new dawn Of a Brave New World on its own After a long exhausting marathon We witness this amazing phenomenon.

Blurred lines

Those blurred lines in life Can bring great chaos but also peace Depending on views.

Dickin Medal

Bravery is rare Especially in people So I think it’s fair Awarding a dickin To any living being Who shows a bit of spirit. Word of the day is Dickin: n. In full Dickin Medal. A medal awarded to an animal in recognition of an act of bravery, typically one performed during a time of