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
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.
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I think tortured minds often produce strong art.
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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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Expressing feelings at the moment itself. They vary from day to day according to mood.
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This I understand. I was referring to in conversation.
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a glitch?
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Mood changes I understand, expression in poetry I understand. I was more referring to in conversation.
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Moods are more apparent and pronounced in conversations.
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Omg this refuses to post!
I understand moods and poetry. I meant in conversation.
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Hmmm… a double?
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Omg this refuses to post!
I understand moods and poetry. I meant in conversation.
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Those too.
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I’m sorry, I was having a lot of difficulty posting that… But apparently not 🙂
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No sweat. Happens all the time.
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