Resist

By Mac Guerreiro Eye resist the urge to look them up,Why look to what eye could never be?Just when Eye’m getting comfortable,Comfortable being me,Naturally,“Foolish girl”Foolish indeed,Thinking you can escape the chains of this society,Its mentality,It’s rules,And boundaries,Foolish indeed to resist,Now it feels impossible to persist.

Shadows

By Mac Guerreiro Sometimes this all feels temporary yet more temporary than most things,Sometimes it feels like borrowed time,Sweet, sweet time it is yet borrowed nonetheless,Voices shyly whisper in the depths, reminding me of my fears,Their whispers let me know Eye’m not here,Burrowed in my head eye come up for air, yet Eye’m still neck-deep …

Consciously Rough

By Mac Guerreiro It’s my choice, it’s my choice. That’s what eye tell myself because it is; just happens Eye’m usually in places where my choices aren’t so difficult to stick to. Not that there’s even a thought of not sticking, though the option might be nice. It’s nice till eye take it and eye …

My Own

By Mac Guerreiro Forever attempting to try what works for others rather than discover what works for me, What’s so scary about seeking discovery? Maybe the uncertainty, But Eye’m certain of this, What works for others is rarely something eye can replicate, Much less successfully, Back to trial and error, Breathing through the terror, The …

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