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he's a liar.
fear whispers in your ear,
looks over your shoulder,
places his cold hands
around your neck.
"you can't possibly
do it," he says.
"thinkthinkthink
Her moods were inconsistent,
like when a clear sky suddenly begins to rain.
It wasn't foreseen;
yet, it drove her insane.
With the flick of the switch,
the lights could go out.
The thing I fear the most is myself.
Not because I am a brute.
Not because I consider myself dangerous.
Or that I am outspoken.
Or that I am a pariah.
The first day of my life,
They knew of my uniqueness,
My vulnerability,
My illness.
The hole in my chest, the dastardly abnormality,
Had set my coming years as harsh and unsettling.
A gifted talent no one's found
Watching a TV with no sound
Eating chips that crack too loud
No verbal contact, I'm too profound
To hide behind your lies and hold truth
You're subtle but I have no proof
Creeping through the silent night
Floor boards eerily echo throughout the house.
They’ve come before,
Now they’ve come back.
Seventy-five percent
It progressed as a thought,
Developing into what were my emotions
I Wanted, I thrived, to be oblivious,
Pushing Through,
Breathing air I felt I didn't deserve
I didn't think I needed a savior,
She called me again, she always will
Some girls I know went through it
And the fear of it makes me ill
I was up with her for a while ‘til
Your skin,
Seedier than a slice of multigrain toast.
Your lips,
Dryer than a drought in Death Valley.
Your nose,
Stop being a liarOwn up to your mistakesStop being a liar Don't you see you're a disgrace ? Stop being a liarTears falling down my faceStop being a liarYou're a manipulating slave
I was afraid of me
There were things I'd never told a soul-
Not even my own,
For fear that life as I had known,
Would crumble,
Indeed I was afraid of love and afraid to love,
"Baby" he calls from the other side of the door
"Baby Im not going to hurt you again Im sorry"
The five year old looks up at where her mother is in front of her and begs to go out
Every time I look at you a chill runs through my body
You remind me of all the things I have failed to do
You prevented me from doing many things
You hurt me when I needed you most
when i was six years old,
i dropped my mother's porcelain
on the kitchen floor
and i'll never understand
if it was on purpose.
reprimanded for the scattered pieces,
i explained to her
My feelings terrified me
My anger choked me
My sadness drowned me
And I blame you, your selfishness, your vanity, your malice.
And yet, you have inspired me; you made me yearn
You made me wish;
I look down at the keyboard
my hands are not mine
where are they?
I look in the mirror
and eyes that stare back
are empty
As a kid in kindergarten, I was quite good at making friends
Constantly conversing, never questioning if classmates were getting sick of me,
i’m not used to being this sad anymore
it’s like a distant relative that i once was very close to
until i realized that that relationship was toxic
and it took all of my strength to cut them off
i’m not used to being this sad anymore
it’s like a distant relative that i once was very close to
until i realized that that relationship was toxic
and it took all of my strength to cut them off
Loud; but steady
An unfamiliar stillness in the air forces me to stop my rythmic movement
A thin layer of calm engulfs me as I slowly come to a stop
Wind can be powerful
My eyes see a battlefield
In every path I walk
Fearful footsteps freeze
As a familiar sound is heard
And vision is suddenly blurred
As tears build and anxiety is stirred
In the end,
We will all be the same.
In the end,
She will be the same as he,
You will be the same as I.
Age, race, sex, religion
Will be irrelevant.
You and I will be irrelevant.
Being forgotten
Being remembered
Being the center of attention
Being alone
Being afraid
Being reminded of all the nothing I've made
of my life
But I won't lose to fear
What's one thing you love?
Poetry.
What's one thing you hate?
Speaking.
Well,
What about reciting a poem?
That's different.
How?
