Midnight rambling #17

[rapid plover]

Body dysmorphia's gonna dispose of ya,
People walking past saying " he looks so small, must be his phobia"

He's been taught, he's not worth a second thought,
The masses looking through him
Unknowing of what he's fought.
Secretly Hoping he doesn't exist, all the while he screams "I will persist"

But no one hears him

So on a whim he locks himself away.
His logic is, by doing this his tears will delay, and one day, his mind will "unfray".

So now people walk around saying, "I wonder where he's staying, wasn't it a month yesterday he was paying, attention at school?
Always acting like a fool? "

"No I saw him a week ago,
In the store with his head hung low,
Hiding his face in the freezer glow,
Checking all the exits as if planning where to go. He only grabbed essentials; cashier checked his credentials, he signed with his initials, and then left. "

Now that he's mentally died,
He takes a little pride but the
People walking by still take the opposite street side
Not to mention His one friend left so he's got nowhere to confide, the random and complex feelings he's got inside.

So he's having trouble expressing,
All those things he's repressing,
And now he's stressing about the life he's been messing, up.

He's been taught he's not worth a second thought, so now that he's fought, it just seems for naught.

Caught red handed being less of a "real man"
Can't keep up with what he should and shouldn't plan.
Fridays are workdays and not for pleasure, but all the coworkers gather for leisure.
And for good measure he's left with all the leftover work pressure.

[... ]

[... ]

He tries to connect to his fellows tight knit-ness.
He's learning about cars and daily fitness. But no matter how much he looses himself to fit in,
They never try to get to know him. Now he feels drowned; drowned
By the very same people who
"Found him" the very same people,
hoping he fades into the background, buried under a black mound, of earth. Because he's been taught he's not worth a second thought, that he'd be better off shot.

So he inhales and exhales the fumes of a car tail.
Until his lungs fail.

He won't die.
He'll just sit there.
And cry his eyes out.
Day in and day out
So he shouts "I do exist. I will persist"
As his car drives though the guard rail, on a bridge with a frail trail, into a river.
He was always a giver.

He gave his love when it wasn't wanted,
Gave his cash when it wasn't needed,
And gave his life when it didn't matter

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@zealous laurel @obtuse flint @waxen vessel @pine condor

@upper mesa @drowsy bison @light pollen@vocal valve

@final abyss @river merlin @neat creek

@ionic osprey
@quick hatch
@neat creek
@long karma

@wind estuary

[vocal valve]

This poem is an unflinchingly raw and haunting portrait of someone grappling with their own worth and struggling against the crushing weight of external judgment and internal despair. It captures the relentless cycle of invisibility and isolation, where societal pressures and self-doubt conspire to erode one's sense of self.

What strikes me most is the portrayal of persistence amid hopelessness. That scream of "I will persist," though unheard, is a testament to his resilience. It feels like a plea for connection, recognition, and humanity in a world that often prioritizes appearances over understanding.

[rapid plover]

ty ty (ˊᗜˋ)ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ that means the world to me!! 🥲

❤❤

I plan to narrate this eventually

[vocal valve]

That would be great.

[rapid plover]

@dense panther @proud parrot

[neat creek]

This poem is really great

[rapid plover]

@zealous laurel

@vocal valve

im narrating now

@obtuse flint

[quick hatch]

@ornate musk

@winter matrix

@wind estuary

@uneven verge

@pale ledge

[rapid plover]

join vc

[quick hatch]

So he inhales and exhales the fumes of a car tail.
Until his lungs fail. that flow

wow

[rapid plover]

tytyty ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[winter matrix]

This is amazing ♥️

[obtuse flint]

SUCH A IMMENSE POWERFUL MASTERPIECE!
🥺❤️

[wind estuary]

wow This poem is very strong, an internal struggle and that feeling of being trapped, invisible and with no way out.
He's been taught, he's not worth a second thought gives a feeling of suffocation, as if this belief is trapped in the mind of the lyricist and won't let him free himself. The construction of the images, especially at the end with the car scene, is very striking. It's as if the lyricist is trying to find himself in the midst of suffering, but the weight is too great. Incredible!!!