That Was My Trait.

no matter how much i try,

in the end i became what i feared,

just an average.

hope. Hope is the most agonizing feeling i've ever felt.

why are we the villans ?

why not her?

why is she our mother nature,

when she has always tried to tear us apart ?

why are we the villans?

why do we think that mother nature protects us,

when all her efforts were to end us?

i wonder why

why do we assume nature to be on our side.

i wanna answer your ask but idk your online name 😭

is it demum?

I am not sure but you can call me "K" though!thanks for answering!

:)

My life is way better after knowing about you guys.

Reblog if you agree!

How can i deny!

You know what? You deserve some love. Like, lots of it. Soooo here you go! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Take some!

Identity

Who am I, if not a poet? What am I, if not a writer? What is my existence, And what is my purpose?

How do I relieve myself of these emotions, If not by bleeding myself on paper? How do I express myself to the world, If not by baring myself for everyone to see? What is my comfort, if not being vulnerable with words? Where do I go, if not to pen and paper? To whom do I share my happiness, sadness, My sorrows, and guilt? Where do I let out my anger, Before it turns me cold and sharp? Where do I pour out the storm, Before it drowns me? Tell me, what do I do, If not write?

Who am I, if not a poet? What am I, if not a writer? What is my existence, And what is my purpose?

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God; from 'Is It True?'

TEXT ID: Occasionally the devil has crawled in and out of me,