Thoughts at the End of the Day

The thoughts to write to you encourage me to bare my feelings and leaves an imprint for a better writer, authoress, coming forth seen as another person from out of my own body. I feel as if when the creativity sets in that it is another person, another being that uses me to speak/write. And when the message is written I am back to "normal" and continue to be "Anandi".

It's Been a Long Time My Friend

Written suppression expression upon my worried face Laced and interlaced into locks that will never comb out Finely printed into the atoms of the cells on the walls that make up my skin I am Breathing shallowly until I have realized that the breaths I take are superficial But the substance lay within that which was put out from my body Swallowed into a choking fiasco that laughs out loud whenever I am lost for words Amused by a failed disposition I am not Taken seriously until I humiliate the one that helps to oppress me more than I already have for myself Is this what my strength has dwindled to? Hurting others so that I may feel happy but not actually be happy I am Better than that person whom you perceive me to be And I am Not sorry for being who I choose to be