My grandfather always told me, “you see, many people let their emotions lead them, but you must be smart and think with your head as well.” He’s right. Emotions shouldn't be something that completely guides our lives, but rather a buffer or as I would like to call it—“a cherry on top” of it all. Well, today is special because it is the first time I want to share one of my own writings. First, I would like to give you all background. When I began writing for my blog, I was always careful about what I would post on here, as anyone would be. However, I strongly think that sharing your deepest, most touching pieces can impact so many. This is why I choose today to finally share one of my pieces and step outside of my comfort zone. Not everything I write about is necessarily going on in my life, but rather what I chose to connect and write on. I hope that you enjoy it, and realize that it is just a writing, not my life representation. Love you guys, enjoy.
Trapped
Trapped
by Amelia M.
Sometimes I feel trapped. Maybe not in a physical sense, but in an emotional tense. I feel as if I’m constantly being toyed with my emotions- a doll dead to respect, but awake to the empty emotionless flings with which so many say cures the pain. It’s not a great feeling at all—nothing seems to fix the broken pieces inside of myself. Its as if I constantly stare back at myself through the broken mirror while stepping on the broken glass below my feet— only pieces are left. Instead of thinking about the future, I keep thinking about the past, what could have been done, what I did that was wrong, and that it is because of it that I am here where I am now. Constantly sitting here thinking to myself what if. What if I just took the risk and told everyone how I truly felt rather than sitting here in the bushes waiting for a simple answer. Fear. Thats why the silence remains. Fear captures me and traps me inside of a box keeping me from saying anything. Trapped in a box, sealed with the tape of fear, shipped with the address of my emotions. Sometimes I try to escape the repetitive feeling of being trapped, but then I’m reminded of my past, or a past friendship that comes to crush me right back to where I was. But where am I now? Who am I now? Am I trapped? I don't even think I really know anymore because I've seemed to lost my seal of emotion.
