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Commercialism Ate My Soul

Contributed by deadreckoning1983 on Monday, 30th August 2010 @ 05:02:09 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Iv'e been losing myself for a long time now.
I didn't know where I was going,
Little pieces would just disappear.
Months would go by,
Years went by.
All the things I hated about people,
I was becoming.
I found myself chasing a ghost of a dream.
What I found I hated,
I had no stomach for me.
A fake, false, strutting...idiot.
Commercialism ate my soul,
What the hell have I been doing?!?
After the fallout it seems
I fell out.
I suppose I'm on a social rehab program.
How to be a person again,
I've been an ass for far to long.
Hating myself for hating myself.
These last few years have been unacceptable.
I am unacceptable,
I am not a man.




Copyright © deadreckoning1983 ... [ 2010-08-30 17:02:09]
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Re: Commercialism Ate My Soul (User Rating: 1 )
by Zeberdee on Monday, 30th August 2010 @ 06:03:11 PM AEST
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powerful self realization. Love the flow.
A very nice read.

5/5


Re: Commercialism Ate My Soul (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniellemarie on Monday, 30th August 2010 @ 09:47:25 PM AEST
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great poem
-DanielleMarie-


Re: Commercialism Ate My Soul (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Tuesday, 31st August 2010 @ 08:49:50 AM AEST
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This line jumped out ...for me.

Iv'e been losing myself for a long time now.
I didn't know where I was going,
Little pieces would just disappear

ming :)


Re: Commercialism Ate My Soul (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 3rd September 2010 @ 05:53:26 AM AEST
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I can empathize with large parts of this.

-Phil


Re: Commercialism Ate My Soul (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 25th October 2014 @ 10:42:42 PM AEST
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You seem very exposed here...honest, and ready for change.

These last few years have been unacceptable.
I am unacceptable,
I am not a man.



I can hear the determination to change. Well executed.



~Scorp




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