Letter to a untold story,

You are as slick as oil on a marble floor. You roll off the tongue so easily. You belong to no one and it seems that everyone possesses you. You do not care who speaks of you. You are like a cheap hooker, just waiting for someone to pick you up. I must say that you bring everyone else to your level quite easily. You degrade them so that they can simmer among you in your pot of deceptions. Your self-esteem is low and you bring people down so that you can feel better. Why must you flow so smoothly but always leave a stain? The main question is who are you really? What is your origin?  Secrets and untold truths lie significant to you. They are the essentials that destroy relationships and families. However, they are the essentials that build you. You become strong from the weak. Why must you thrive on the hate, desire, and deceptions of the world? Hovering like a buzzard awaiting the weakest link to fall. Your attempts for attention should not be heard by me nor will I open my mouth to speak of you.  You have preyed on me many times. I am here to inform you that I can and will overcome you as many times as I have to. You are not a characteristic of me. I do not need you to survive nor conquer in life. See you are powerless next to reality and honesty. Whether you believe that your strength is forever is solely upon you. However, if you believe such then it would be untrue. I guess that is why you are a lie, because you are unworthy of the truth. You are nothing but fiction ready to be told. Let me bring to your attention that this is not a book, this is life and narration is not needed. 

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  • Heather Davis on Jul 25, 2011

    entirely all to true! Thanks for posting this! :)

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