Allow me to set the record straight: my emotional independence is written through poetry. You may see some resemblance, but not everything that is said is true.
So, take this to heart and remember this like you will remember anything else. My ink to paper is like a knife through porcelain skin. You can look at this in different ways: either the ink will heal you or kill you. Porcelain does have moments of breaking, and it also has moments of slight fragments. Therefore, your words come at my skin like porcelain. Everyone has rights to be in their feelings and sit in silence to figure things out. Communication can be quite a bitch! So, I have moments of not getting my words out. And that is okay.
I have been emotionally broken too many damn times—doing my best to grow thick skin because I am God's child. And He didn't instill in me to be a broken soul. I am here because He needs me to be here, and I will leave this Earth on His terms.
Right now, I have been going through things and doing my best to see past them: the good, the bad, and let's not forget the ugly. God knows I have spoken loudly on situations, all to get slapped in my face. I see the sinister smiles and grins upon faces, and I refuse to look into the devil's eyes. Because I am a child of God, no one can try to put the wool over my eyes.
Everyone pulled their life card at birth. The moment you took your first breath, your path was created. Life is no fucking game. This is my path and has always been my path. Yet, there are quite a few made of steel pins in the road. And I am not afraid to put a dagger in the souls who have done this deliberately. I am no longer a child. Please begin to treat me as the adult that I am, so you will reap what you have sown. God knows and sees everything.
Everyone is blinded at times when things are going on around them—especially when things are happening directly to them. Trust me, I have been there and am working through it. If I spill the chaos beans, be prepared for a solar storm. I will put them in a place that will fit perfectly. While it doesn't mean everything around it is fact, it's like grabbing jigsaw puzzle pieces: once you have all the pieces, you can begin to create a magnificent masterpiece. So, I refuse to be shut down. I will turn my pain into a work of art, including those who have manipulated me as well. You are the ink to paper, and some have become porcelain in my skin.
