Fallacy,nothing more than that…

We delude ourselves with fallacy, the belief that we can be truly happy.

It’s embarrassing how we can lie to ourselves in such a cruel deceptive way.

There’s no point in masking misery when it cannot be escaped?

I learnt the truth when I was seventeen. From that day forward, my heart changed.

The day He married me I became colder than ice.

I can never feel the same again. Nothing can wash away that pain of the past; no one can protect me from the suffering his end brought me.

A past of torture, years of rejection, days of fear, too frightened to express myself because of what might happen, driven to panic, to paranoia, constantly terrified the world may abandon me, each day plagued with exhaustion unable to find rest.

Why do you think I am filled with so much sorrow and such pain?

I bear loathing even toward my own pleasure and lust, it serves only to bring sorrow afterward, yet I do it in the name of true love.

This life is why I utter the words “I do not care” Next time someone asks me if I am happy; I shall say… that does not exist for me…

~Emmaessence on DevianArt

Man holding playing cards, ace in sleeve

14 thoughts on “Fallacy,nothing more than that…”

  1. We delude ourselves with fallacy and become like ice. The voice in the poem shows an awful double-hurt. Fallacies are used to delude others, which is bad enough. But here fallacies delude the self, which is intimately worse. Strong work, if torturous.


  2. You shouldn’t tell Someone that it doesn’t exist for you. That sounds simultaneously hopeless/depressive and dramatically tragic. Especially because life goes on and anything can happen.


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