Messages
We grew up afraid,
unsure of ourselves.
Stupid! Idiot!
What are you, a moron?
We grew up believing
we were in the way.
Children are meant to
be seen, not heard!
Some of us became
rebels—
lost ourselves
in drugs, sex
numbed ourselves
with booze.
Do as I say, not as I do!
Some of us became
people-pleasers—
tried to kill the chaos
by being perfect, invisible.
Shut up, or I’ll really give you
something to cry about!
Some of us became
chameleons—
changed our thoughts,
our values, our selves
for the approval of others.
I wish you’d never been born!
Some of us
could no longer
endure the pain…
Those who survived
wander through life
not knowing who we are,
what we can become.
We wear these messages
from childhood
like a second skin.
Perhaps the time has come
to reveal the radiance
that rests beneath
these layers of lies
pumice them away
one dead cell at a time.
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PATRICK
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