Branded

Fri, 10/13/2017 - 21:31 -- gurielk

Life is fragile.

All of us have our own thoughts.

7 billion and more brains constantly firing neurons.

Why is mind reading so fantasized?

Why is it craved?

Because,

We want to know.

We want to know how they fire in the other.

We want to know how true those words and actions are.

To be able to delve deep into the other.

The more you know, the more you’re in power.

Word easily slung out by others, stab daggers into another’s heart.

Floods of tears from a joke drowns a victim while a bully leisurely swims.

Who would have thought such miniscule words could cause such pain?

It is a cliché.

But it’s so much more than that. 

So much death.

That’s the only time the words become loving.

Visual pain.

The only time words come nicely.

The mental is so overlooked.

A recognized but shaded problem.

No one wants to acknowledge it.

Because then

We’d all be branded as crazy.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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