The Lies In Your Head - Poem by joses tirtabudi
You once where a flower, tender and bright.
Once a tender sight, before came the night.
You once were a living breathing being,
Inspiring those looking up at you and dreaming,
But now you've changed your glory, lost your life.
Now the walking dead, buried under pain and strife.
Those you once strengthened, now stumble
They wring their hands and weep as you crumble.
What was the thing that brought about your ruin?
Are your eyes open? Do you even see what you are doing?
You've got a brain infection-a lie of perfection
The acceptance of your imperfections
Your fallen default which you worked to change
Now triumphs, for it alone is all that remains.
The voices in your head have broken down your walls,
Turned you into a hopeless, grovelling fool, that's all.
The voices in your head are now your hypnosis,
Listening to the wrong voices is now your diagnosis
What they tell you, you believe: you don't ask why, neither perceive
The consequences; what you sow is what you receive.
They tell you who you are, so you surrender and accept.
Outside you deny, but what you let in will finally reflect.
It never had to be how they said,
But you chose to believe the lies in your head:
Now you are what they said, all those lies in your head....
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