Never, ever
is a distortion
Always, forever
is a distortion
Magnifying
is a distortion
Minimizing
is a distortion
Hording hurts
is a distortion
Denying gifts or pleasure
is a distortion
Reasoning with my emotions
is a distortion
I want to die
is a distortion
I want to live
is a distortion
all of it
all the thoughts I have
the heart that beats in my chest
the mind that races constantly
without mercy
is a distortion
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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November 3, 2008 at 7:13 pm
poeticgrin
The repetition here, which, to me, is very drone-like, gives this piece an interesting, dead-inside tone. I want to die has the same tone as I want to live, for example. And it’s all a distortion, therefore, all equal in its falsehood. You’re damn good at psychological poetry!
November 4, 2008 at 3:47 pm
medicatedlady
This does sort of have that “all sins are equal” feel to it. All thoughts are equally distorted. Thank you for your comment.