Self-Image

Posted on 20/Feb/2014

I SWORE IT WAS OVER, AND THIS TIME I MEANT IT; THIS TIME WAS DIFFERENT BECAUSE THIS TIME I HAD A JOB THAT I LOVED, I WAS PROUD OF MY PERFORMANCE, I WANTED TO SUCCEED, I WAS GOOD AT IT, AS IN REALLY GOOD; I WAS CLIMBING MY WAY UP THE CORPORATE LADDER.

LIKE SO MANY TIMES BEFORE, I TRIED MAKING DIFFERENT WITH STUFF, GEOGRAPHICAL FIXES, OH, AND PEOPLE, SO MANY PEOPLE, I RECYCLED PEOPLE WITH LITTLE THOUGHT OF THEIR FEELINGS, WELL-BEING BECAUSE IF SELFISH ME COULD FIND THAT RIGHT PERSON SURELY THINGS WOULD BE DIFFERENT, BETTER, BUT THAT DIDN’T WORK, SO MAYBE A JOB WAS THE ANSWER; A JOB, YES, I JUST KNEW THIS TIME WOULD BE DIFFERENT.

ONLY THIS TIME WAS NO DIFFERENT; CIRCUMSTANCE DIFFERENT, YES, BUT NO MATTER WHAT I DID OR WHERE I WENT THERE I WAS ON FAMILIAR GROUND, IN SEARCH OF OBLIVION, WITH ONLY ONE WAY TO GET THERE, AND THAT’S THROUGH OBLITERATION… MANY IS NEVER ENOUGH, AND ONE IS TOO MANY.

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