Not Myself
These are the things that we don’t talk about ‘cause it’s affecting everyone we know, and we don’t talk about because it makes us so uncomfortable. Failures never to rise in conversation; success stressed—exclamation. And what about your home, your life, your beliefs? These are the things that we don’t talk about because it might ruffle some feathers up, and we don’t talk about it, and it makes us kind of nuts. These are the things that we don’t talk about ‘cause people probe our lives day after day, and we don’t talk about because we hope it will just go away. These are the things that we don’t talk about: this message always hitting in the face, and we don’t talk about resulting guessing error is the case.
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
So now I see every inch I gave to you is gone. You, only to return the look on your face telling me your sad story. I don’t believe you—why I didn’t know why. To deceive me was your goal, and you lied. Bite the hand that feeds you no more; chores and deeds you will not receive. Call on me; I won’t be there for you no more. Will I guide? You make excuses. Left in a pool of pity. Poor little boy. (I know you well.) What a fool I was to take your word because you leaned on me when you were strong. (More than you know.) I guess you never saw how hard I worked for you. Thanking me was only last. Proctology is the way that you clothe and feed yourself. You’re not a doctor, so I refuse to pay. Hand over fist out the door you go—out of my life. Stay away; leave me alone; and I repeat your empty promises which I refuse to deal. Your mouth is moving, but no truth comes out your little hole. Life like a hungry hunting leach: parasitic in act. You try to teach me one way to fill my huge void of self rely you don’t possess.
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
Shackled from inside. Injury limits pride. I am my lesser self. I scream a cry for help. This is my cry. Hear my cry. Bring me back alive. I found one meaning of life today: While others cast me away, the freedom to move as I please; bow down—I do to the God of knees. Do not need money; just a place to lie. Believe; I still dream for the sky. Say it without mobility. You hear me cry. You hear me scream. Sitting in the wide, confining walls hold me inside. I am too weak to move myself. I need to cry. I need some help. None of this is what it seems. Can’t rid myself nightmare; no dream. Arteries aching. No sleep tonight. I’m forced to face this waking bite.
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
I see colors racing down the walls at me —inching toward me like road before me; broken stripes and contiguous lines forming in colors of yellow and black. All my life I’ve dreamed of telling stories —ones like on the silver screen. Mystery is right on top of my list. They come out as real life or dreams. I’m looking out. I see the world —each cloud lined in silver. Now I’m sitting down. I’m out in the world. These days even the clouds have friends. Looks to me like Mario: hat, mustache, and all —legs no longer than his head. Silver breaking down, fading into white light. They’re playing hide and seek again. Sitting in my chair I find it hard to move. At times I forget I’m dreaming. Like all good things this will come to an end. Wait, now another begins. Back in the room where this whole thing started, those gathered outside cannot hear. Living their reality, I’m living mine. Time it moves on free and clear. Beaming, glowing. Little red bugs where are you going? You should have been there. Spinning, turning on rivet red ‘cause you’re burning. When can’t find nervous system make no sound. Synchronized, I’m mesmerized watching intently though your demise. All left in panic stricken mode, they were.
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
I’m breathing. You can’t stop me. Succeeding. You can’t wrong me. I’ve awakened more that ever. Time is now. Watch me deliver. Not wasting things you squander. Keep focus; no more wander. What I have of both sides. Confidence in me resides. You mock me. I’m listening with back turned. Hear so clearly. I’ve lived my life without regrets. I’ve done more that you care to admit. So what if it is not done your way? I’ve lived each one and very day. Created by yourself with remarks I won’t forget. The day is coming soon. Too bad I won’t share it with you. Still breathing—never stopped me. Successful—never wronged me. Awake and looking at you. Time now, tell me what you do. Not wasting. You can’t live by. Keep focus. You will deny. What I have you block outright. Confidence—not in your life.
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
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Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
Fighting my biology during the last three thousand years. Such a short time, yet some want so much. Can’t we just give it some time? When will we realize sudden change will always leave us short? I am not myself when I’m around you —no one real; I am not real. You are not yourself, and it is so true —no one real; I am not real. We are lying when everything’s a mystery —no one real; I am not real. Stepping out you’ll see it all. You’re a fake, and you’re a fake. A smile that looks forced like yours just won’t get you far. Can’t you see? Can’t you tell that we are all sexist, racist, back-stabbing? Accept that, or lie to yourself. I am not myself when I’m around you —no one real; I am not real. This is me. Now a new face upon the scene. Your personality will shift . Involuntarily hide what we think and feel. Disguise what we say —laughing until they go away. I will not feed your picture of me. I will not change to you from me. Why this instant metamorphosis? Is it necessary to please you? I question. Is it necessary to please someone questionable? I am not myself because you’re right in front of me.
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
You’re always talking, but you’ll never be heard. You wanted first, but you’ll always be third. Remember nothing—alcoholic blur. Think you’ll ask her, but you’ll never be sure. Twisted mind; you wish your thoughts were cleaner. This overwhelm you can never deter. Well wishes, but they didn’t occur. All because you didn’t lift a finger. In things with meaning you were never concerned. Wanted to know, but you never did learn. Your mouth wide open, but it wasn’t your turn. And spent the money that you know you can’t earn. Knocking me although you know you’re a turd. The goals in which you wish you could’ve conquered are mounting in a file of never referred just like a pile of people not remembered. I wish you well my friend—like all the others. Each time you screw someone and toss them out like old furniture, I will give everything I’ve got to end your schemes prematurely. Until you turn your take to giving, you will be labeled by the same name: Overunderachiever.
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
You don't take me seriously - I will show you Won't waste my pride on you, won't waste my time Energy depleting, must keep my focus Time is my guide and the sun is my light The goal created in my mind Deceptive truth is still a lie Tell it the way it really should be Or let your days' end begin Accept me but as a fool is your reason Putting me down to your friends without thought When asked what you really think by me, you fester Like the mold in your brain, one big clot of insane Thе goal created in my mind Decеptive truth is still a lie Tell it the way it really should be Or let your days' end begin Magnitude rising, your palms start to sweat You're burning inside and it's growing again Trying to be something truly you're not By tearing me down, guess just where you will rot I can't help but feeling you wish to be different You are the one who is suffering inside Can't seem to let go, hold on to security Internal war, it is yours - no, not mine The goal created in my mind Deceptive truth is still a lie Tell it the way it really should be Or let your days' end begin
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026