The greatest advice that’s ever been given to me
was that masks will eventually smother the wearer
as if I weren’t already drowning in a sea
of self loathing and despair.
As if the most amazing parts of myself
weren’t stolen from me and thrown about as a conversation piece.
As if my story were just another book on my shelf
and not a tragedy with a broken spine and a crease.
As if my hopes and dreams want me to cease and desist
and my mind and soul want me to cease to exist.
The greatest advice that’s ever been given to me
was to find the deeper meaning in the lines of every book
I read, to take in the subtext and find the meaning.
But instead of reading, it’s in myself I’ll take a look,
as if my skin’s lines of scars didn’t say enough.
As if digging deeper into my flesh could tell
me anything I didn’t already know all of this stuff.
As if I weren’t already aware that I live in hell.
As if the words were louder than the actions I’ve taken
and I weren’t already damned and forsaken.
The greatest advice that’s ever been given to me
was to keep my head high and my middle finger higher
as if it’s better to be a cynic than a believer who can’t see
and better to not feel it all, better to be a liar.
How am I supposed to keep my head high
when it’s weighed down by horrible thoughts of every variety?
How am I supposed to throw my middle finger in the sky
when my hands are shackled by the weight of my anxiety?
The greatest advice that I’ve ever received
was that it’s easier to see than to believe.
About the Creator
Kyle Granger
ΦΔΘ 643. ΣΤΔ. AFSP Ambassador. McDaniel '18. Catch me if you can.
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