I sit here with eyes ope' wide
I can not find a place to hide
For if you will then you may see
That what I run from seems to be me
It wears my face in a perpetual smile
I run and hide under my bed
And hope nere see that head
But it can sense a mile
That grin bends down to wide at me
It parts an inch and whispers he
It grabs my hair and pulls real hard
I have in my hand nere a shard
I have no defence as it takes my face
And drops me there with none of grace
I flop down hard and yet I see
What ext my room isn't me
I watch with no eyes as smile bound
It turns and winks
I cringe at sound
I curl up when it draws near
And feet I see and breath I hear
Face of naught in the floor
Sees my friends fooled evermore
I watch with all disdain and grace
As that thing contorts my face
It smiles it laughs
I am not ene halfs
I crawl towards the door
Thrown back by me once more
I crunch up in a ball
I sit at corners of the wall
Shroud in darkness ere since my fall
The door slams shut with finality
And I cry and gawk to see
My friends and even family dooped
By the one who each day stooped
To snatch me out from under my bed
Where each night I cry sleep my head
Each day a mask ene not worn by me
How I ask can they not see
What that thing is
What they wish I become
They cannot see I'm un its thumb
I sit in corner arms ore knees crossed
As tears from my eyes lost
I sit and cry anew each day
And each time I hear it play
A new horror tune
Music to its ears
Something that fuels my fears
Here I lay
What's next?
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poems
عشوائيpoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
