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Post One: 1st of May, 2013. 01:55 PM
False,
the people closest to me
unleashing my worst habits,
instead of spreading knowledge of my uniqueness;
the fact that I am different.
Perhaps, in a lovely way.
Two-faced,
or are they
more?
I am scared, that is all I know.
Of what? A sane person may question.
But there are too many answers.
Perhaps I am scared of myself,
what I am capable of thinking myself into.
Crying,
reminding myself that I am
nothing
but a waste of
space,
air,
shelter.
Unneeded,
undesired,
unwanted,
unloved,
defeated to death.
Numb.
I cannot control it.
It will take me over,
and I am still too scared;
too scared to tell them who I am.
The monster inside of my soul
is who I am.
Or maybe,
I am much deeper than that.
Maybe I have lost myself in transformation.
A flower,
blowing winds
under my feet,
joy and a feel of ecstasy.
But as I open my eyes,
there is nothing to smile about.
Socially-inactive and loveless;
how could a person be with so much
taken away?
False,
I am not living.
This is just temporary.
I convince myself.
