July 17, 2018 - 10:15am — ofessence
To whom do you really speak to. . .
To whom do you think you see. . .
To whom do you know and try to seek. . .
Surely, it's not me. . .
Sometimes, we look deep in ourselves and find that the monsters are not someone else.
We find out they were us all along.
Desperate.
Clawing.
Sickened.
We are our own fear.
We are our own agony.
Always on the crusade against our self for our self.
I looked inside and saw the grinning dark being that of myself.
It drenched out the light- the light I thought I was so righteously so.
Surely I wasn't the villain.
Surely I wasn't as broken as I thought.
Surely I wasn't the shroud to everyone's disdain.
But it was all a lie.
It was all a fabrication.
All made up to be the best pretend so I didn't have to face myself.
But oh, how it's all different.
How I see the scars and fresh oozing wounds and find that I only accept it for what it is.
I used to be a hero.
I used to be the knight.
Or...
Maybe...
I never was.
I only thought so to make myself seem worthy.
But I am not worthy.
Damned.
Damned would be the word among many.
