Miss Morganne Devney

(A poem/letter I wrote to God, about my current situation.) When He's Jekyll, I Hyde What am I doing, God? Are you still up there? Where should I turn? Sometimes, I sit back and wonder, how I let all of this get so out of hand, it's chaotic, entirely out of control, it's not comprehendible, it's super intense.  The words that are used towards me, straight to my face, the phrases used to beat me down, God they're inhumane. I'd prefer being stabbed in the chest. I can't understand it anymore, I just know it's unfair, it makes absolutely no sense.  My lightning-speed reactions to one false move would make an outsider's stomach turn, the way it does mine. I'm not sure how its even possible, for someone so weak, to be this mentally strong, nowadays, brave enough that I hardly even wince.  After the first time, my head hit the wall, my body and mind have programmed themselves to be cautious, its disturbing, I know, trust me. Please, God, watch over my ...

Are you there Satan? It's me, Morganne. Do you know, how many thousands of hours I have sat still, waiting on you? I'm talking about HOURS, and hours, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Do you know how many thousands of hours I have wasted, driving from one side of the city to the complete opposite side, for something that wasn't even really you? Do you know, how many thousands of hours I have spent watching the people in my life; torturing themselves, in desperate agony over the mere thought of not having you, come morning time?  Do you even know that you're physically, mentally, and emotionally sucking the souls of the most important individuals in my existence?   Satan... you hold the reins over my life on a day-to-day basis, and I wouldn't dare step foot in the same room as you, on your best freaking day, yet you still have all the power, over whether I have a functioning day or an absolute train wreck. I'm not sure which pa...

  Miss Morganne Devney It's kind of like when sassy & sarcastic, spacey & secluded, humble & high maintenance, witty & wise, blunt, bratty, & bipolar are all shoved into one human being. Well, without further ado, welcome to my life.  I beat to my own drum. Predictable is boring, beautiful. Dare to be different. Be unpredictable.  Give them something to talk about. I'm the most awkwardly preppy nerd you'll ever meet. I have my own back.  God is the only one I trust, & that's enough for me. My blogs will tend to be a little on the rough side.  I hope they don't offend anyone directly.  I have been through absolute hell the last five years, (definitely partly self-inflicted), but hell is an understatement. What I've learned, is that God is the only person who has my back at all times, aside from myself.  I spend a lot of time alone, and that's the way I've learned to love and prefer it.  Everyone who I thought loved me, didn'...