Trauma. Poem by Samlayy Broussard

Has This World Of Ours Become So Desperate To Destroy Us?

In All Our Triumph We Still Have Defeat,
We Have Our Own Decisions To Make.
And No One Should Stop Us.
Even Though we Let Them.

Fantasy Becomes Real.
The Dramatic Form A Line.
And Become traumatized.

How Are We Left To Decide Whether We Win Or Lose.
Its A Battle That No One UNderstands, And No One Has
The Right Cards To Deal.


Inside You See Yourself,
But On The Outside You See Someone Else.
Most Dont Know It Yet.
But You Arnt What Your Supposed To Be.
Girls Have A Different Vision,
So Do Men.

How Is This World Going To End?
Just Ask Yourself
“Who Am I Really? ”

Looking In The Mirror You See The Past,
That Wants To Be Forgotten.
People See A Person,
Weak... Or Strong.

Some...
Really Dont Care.

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In This Pursuit We Sew Our Hearts With Needles,
Mending Broken Pieces And Scars.
While You Stitch Each Broken Piece,
Your Mind Fills With Trauma.
Wanting To Be Released, But You Hold It In So Tightly
To Your Chest.

Finally,
You Look Back In The Mirror Trying To Forget Who Your Looking At.


Memory Never Leaves,
Its Just Forever Locked In A Locket,
And When Opened, You See A Face Or An Object,
Which Floods The Mind With Memory.

Bad or Good.


You Still Look Into That Mirror...

And The Monster You See,
Really Is
You.