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The Tortured Poets Analysis

Personal Interpretation of The Tortured Poets 


Dear readers,

I enjoy reading a song and analyzing the lyrics. I love being able to detect the story she's telling while also interpreting it. I develop my own personal connection. Here's a breakdown why some of the lyrics have become my favorite.
no one here to blame, what about your quiet treason.
the betrayal brought her depression and she’s attempting to move on but the forced energy isn’t healing. It's about struggling with a traumatic situation alone because no one noticed the changes in you. The narrator is envious of those living peaceful lives and frustrated that friends found better people to be with.
I've seen this episode and still loved the show, I've read this one where you come undone, I chose this cyclone with you.
Depending on the perspective you choose it's about the guilt and regret for getting in your own way or willing to stay with someone through their mental illness.
The voices in his head called the rain to end our days of wild.
The anxiety or depression gets in the way of being present in your life; You’re not being taken care of. The circumstances you’re in are ruining who you are. I love the toy metaphor.
How dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded.

It's about being left behind and I love the alien metaphor.  

I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free, my white-knuckle dying grip, holding tight to your quiet resentment, every breath feels like rarest air.
I personally relate with idea of talking to your younger self that went through the pain. It’s about accepting and letting go of the past pain, it parallels you’re losing me.
I just learned these people only raise you to cage you. Too high a horse for a simple girl to rise above it.

Immediately after hearing the church imagery I thought of religious shame. It gives eldest daughter healing. I wrote a deeper take in another article.

toss the ashes off the ledge, as I said in my letters, now that I know better I will never lose my baby again
It's about accepting past circumstances, leaving the past behind & coming back home to yourself, making a promise to never abandon self again, inner child healing.
Your home is really only a town you’re a guest in. The hurricane with my name when it came I dared it to wash me away.
It’s about wanting to run away from the pain and attempting to let it go.
My boredom is bone deep, I dream of cracking the locks. If long suffering propriety is what they want from me, you've haunted me so stunningly.
It's about feeling trapped or stagnant in current circumstances.
I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean, they didn't do it to hurt me, I wanna show you just how disturbed this has made me.
It's about taking back her power and being a recovering people pleaser.
Who’s going to tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate. Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second-hand embarrassed, that I can't get out of bed?

It's about grappling with loss and the pain still clinging to you. 

All the pieces of me shattered, I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art.
It’s the overachieving depressed girlie anthem and sounds like bejeweled & mastermind.
If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal, then sank in stoned oblivion.
It's about how the pain ruined you and distancing yourself from it. 
I’m making a comeback to where I belong.
It’s about coming back to yourself after depression, healing from heartbreak, and connecting to the present moment.
Flesh and blood amongst war machines. Beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more, it’s hell on earth to be heavenly.
You’re expected to live to their standards and they will pick you apart.

What are your favorite lyrics and how do you personally connect to them?

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