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Material Possessions

This poem is about recovering from a shopping addiction and having those around you want you to go shopping with them.

By Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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You bought my friendship with material items.

You filled my home with clutter.

Your gestures were nice at first.

Then I saw you had no heart.

You were using these items to tempt and control me.

You use material possessions to fill your void.

I use material items to fill my void.

We have this in common.

It seems like we would have had a mutual understanding about this.

Only you don’t see outside the box.

You fill your void with whoever is around.

I was never special.

I was just there.

I could have been anyone.

The walls are closing in on me.

I am at full capacity.

These items now own me.

I peel back the layers.

We have the same flawed family relationships.

I break away from my impulse buying.

I search for a financially secure future.

You judge me and say I am no longer fun,

When I am not an addict.

When I am not carelessly buying everything in my sight.

You make me question being sober from buying.

You want me to jump off the boat.

You want me to take you to the thrift store for half off everything day.

You want me to fall into the sea of shiny objects I should not purchase.

I was looking for support.

I was not looking for judgement.

I really thought you would be there for me.

I was wrong.

I must face these demons on my own.

You push me into a sea of words,

And wonder why I bleed when my skin is punctured.

Why I stale the boar trip to a land of items I should not be tempted to purchase and do not need.

You lead me to my drug while I am in rehab.

You want a fix and want to bring me down with you.

You have zero respect when I say I am avoiding certain places so that I will not be tempted to jump off the boat.

There is more to this than material possessions.

My mental health is shot.

I have poor impulse control.

I want what I want and I want it now.

I need to look towards the future,

And not live on today.

We are only friends when I am on the boat,

And on the way to the store.

I am only cool when I am recklessly spending.

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About the Creator

Amanda Zylstra

Cat Lover, Poetry Writer, Tea Drinker, Skincare and Beauty Product Obsessed. Check out my poetry collection "Passing Skeletons" available on Amazon.

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