Wendy Moravec
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Rip my heart out and fillet it like a fish
Squash my self-respect and spit on it like trash
Call me out on every stumble I make as I walk life's path
Then trash me for pointing out you have fallen too
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If you’re a freak like me let me shake your hand,
It means you’re an original piece of hand-made art.
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To talk about the thoughts I hold near
Will take more strength than I possess
The reality of the situation is
I’m afraid to speak the words out loud
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You come to me at night
Weaving your magic in the air.
Attempting to gain my favor
You become what I dream of each night.
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The violet opens
And within it’s tender embrace
Lies the world as I should be
Tender as a loving mother
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There is an ironclad verbal contract between you and me
That if I desire to harm this self, I have to speak free
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You don't know me well
But how can I expect you to?
When I don't know myself
How can I ask you to?
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Looking into the mirror I see my reflection
That girl on the other side makes me cringe in disgust
I slam my fists into the glass beating her hard
The broken shards slice into my hands like a hot knife through butter
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So Hungry to find a place to feel safe and welcome
Craving a connection of some manner, one that counts
Famished to feel another’s hand when I blindly reach out
Starving to be accepted for the mess that is me.
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The Hand
Tumbling towards the edge of insanity
Clawing at the speeding ground under my nails
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I always pretend to be busy as the social butterflies drift right past me
It’s not like they look my way or pay me any attention whatsoever
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Shh, don’t let them hear our so-called crazy talk.
They’ll just try to stop us and lock us up again.
What’s the point though, when they lock us in together?
Me and my special friend only I can speak to and hear.
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Depression makes you question life
Makes you wonder of who to have faith
It fills your chest with painful fear
It chokes your heart with mindless agony
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There’s a storm within my soul
Trying to escape and take over me.
It wants to take over my very existence
It wants to rip into my brain.
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Dear Diary,
Something bad happened today
I saw my soul be whisked away.
It started with their death
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I try to keep paralyzing fears from my brain.
But they enter through some secret door.
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Wendy Moravec Biography
Born in New Britain, CT and raised in Southington, I have grown up loving Art.Drawing, painting, graphic design. I had written some poetry but after a college Creative Writing professor hated my work, I didn't share any of it and didn't really write much, until about a year ago and even more so recently. It's almost like I see a drawing in my head and try to get it out as written word. I only hope that while my teacher didn't like or understand my work, there will be people on here who can understand or appreciate what I have to say.)
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Rip my heart out and fillet it like a fish
Squash my self-respect and spit on it like trash
Call me out on every stumble I make as I walk life's path
Then trash me for pointing out you have fallen too
Call me every name in the book to make yourself feel better
You already decided a long time ago you stood above me on a pedestal
You throw my faults into my face as if it were acid so you could burn me
But when I copy your moves, it's an insult never to be forgiven
You never think you talk down to me as if I were a dwarf to your giant
You never see that you pierce me like a voodoo doll with your words
You only see the view from your side of the castle
You never see that from my side there is a whole other world
You think of yourself as an angel and decided to paint me as the devil
Yet you ignore the sight of horns and a tail in your own reflection
You know all my secrets, and all the demons that haunt me forever
But you keep me at arms length, not willing to share anything of your true self
Your knowledge never stops you from hurling my demons at me with glee
But if I get too close to a demon of yours, you wail like the banshee you are
Acting as though you were the first ever to be cut to the quick
By a person you thought you could lean on, on your weakest days
You never think that your words blow the pieces of self-esteem I try to gather away
You never care that it takes me years to pick up those pieces one by one
The only thing on your mind is your own reflection and what hurts you
Your side of the castle must feel nice and safe and secure
Too bad you destroyed mine with your razor blade words
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