Released

Boredom tends to rule over my life, but I felt as if the words to express myself needed to be said. I am one who is plagued with guilt every day. I thought it would be pretty creative to write a poem as my blog. I don't know if this is allowed, but here it is anyway. I feel that emotions cannot only be expressed through simple sentences or written in paragraphs. Sometimes, it takes a bit more then that. The creative juices flow, and it cannot be helped. 

The purpose of writing this is not only to use up the vocabulary words, but to exculpate myself before I crack.

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When you begin to lose something

that you thought was once yours,

you become possessive and a fool.

Your emotions run wild,

and the taste in your mouth is bitter.

Your quick in your responses,

and you become impatient.

Even the smallest of threats will hurt you,

Even the smallest of lies will kill you,

Even the smallest of fears will send you,

send you to the labyrinth of Hell.

You would do anything to keep it,

and you would do anything to grasp it;

you would give up anything just to hold it,

just to touch it one more time.

You become jejune and whine

and kick and scream and stomp.

The same sentence repeats itself in my ears;

it is beginning to sound like a litany.

You're being punished 

for doing nothing wrong,

and you begin to question my judgement.

"Why are you doing this? 

Don't you like me anymore?

Is my punishment just some predilection?

Why do you get off so easy,

when I am the one who has to suffer through the pain?"

You cannot stop your jealousy;

you cannot stop the emotions from spilling;

you cannot stop the pain; and

you cannot stop the realization that now,

now is the time to be released.

I have held you back for long enough.

I want to find the keys to unlock you,

from the prison cell

in which I have kept you.

I want to free you from the electric cage;

where the pain will no longer spark

and will no longer hurt you.

It is human nature to want the best;

it is a tacit understanding among

the people in this very small world.

It is also in one's nature to feel the emotions:

happiness, sadness, hatred, jealous.

I have felt all four at once.

This confusion is killing me, 

killing me ever so slowly.

I want to let you go, 

but you hold me back. 

You're an obsequious fool

who doesn't know any better,

and for that I am almost grateful to you,

in this small, uncaring world.

How can I let you go? 

The most precious thing in the world,

in my life,

is going to be lost to the ills of society.

I am letting you go for the first time,

so you can finally walk on your own.

Do you understand how hard this decision is?

I am liberating you

and paving the path to freedom.

You are free to fly

and sing the song of sweetness.

I feel as if I lost you long ago,

once I closed the steel, cage door.

You just never realized it.

But do not worry my dear friend,

Do not feel the guilt or remorse

Do not cry for me, please,

Do not fret or worry

I will be fine

Just fine.

Please do not linger anymore

before I decide to close the door

and trap you once more.

I would not hesitate to slam the door

and put you in safe keeping

where I can watch you

and make sure you'll always be okay.

Please run away, right now.

I am simply a lilliputian,

one who is possessive and a fool.

I will have to lock myself up

and throw the key away

just to keep myself from taking you back.

I want to release you;

I want to be done with you;

I want to run away from you,

and leave you behind.

Ignore my pleas and my cries,

I only want what's best for you.

Please go, just leave...

Before I get lost in despair.