Butchered Poetry
I am a social retard. Day to day I drown myself in my own sweat. Every day is a battle in itself. I am to self conscious, to aware of myself. I am my worst enemy. I feel like I am getting dumber; socially retarded. Delusional, confused, smaller to the point my existence isn't even relevant anymore. My input in life is hiding in my clouded state of mind. This constant fog of uncertainty is driving me nuts. I am my worst enemy.
-An Average human being.
Honesty and true human emotion bring people together. If more people wrote or documented all of their tormented thoughts, and expressed their weaknesses; I'd feel more inclined to relate and connect with another human being without question. These thoughts of personal judgment and uncertainty bring people together. Signs of weakness and vulnerability make a human increasingly more beautiful. We can't prevent these dark situations. It's what brings us together. It's what connects us, we share this rat race and it most definitely defines us. Our thoughts and our doings is what we become.
You can easily fall into the trap of the human mind and make yourself believe you're a worthless piece of shit. It's too easy to fall back onto these negative thoughts and manipulate those thoughts. We thrive on being the tortured soul in some degree. It's in our nature to let the world know we are unhappy about certain scenarios, it's our sub conscious crying for help, guidance and re-assurance.
A hug, to be acknowledged and someone to listen to in the time of need is our deepest desire, but we are too pathetic to admit to defeat. No one likes being vulnerable. No one likes expressing our low points. It makes us look weak.
My cry for help is through my art and writing. Even though I am not entirely aware of it at the time, my subconscious is telling me I am feeling alienated with no way out, stuck in a rut, uncertain upon my life decisions, vulnerable, delusional, happy, at peace or completely numb. It's my form of expression, and without it I would struggle communicating.
That's why any form of art is such a beautiful thing. It's real, it's pure, and it's us.
We are our worst enemy.
-Jesse Kidd