"Special," they told me,
"You're special," they told me,
Hell, were they wrong about special, I tell you!
Special's a word for unique and unbeatable,
don't call me special, I'm sick and untreatable!
Broken and battered and friendless,
the road that I follow is endless!
This power is frightening,
like thunder and lightening,
it's leaving my spirit defenseless!
Tell me, my dearest,
why shouldn't I fear this?
It's taking my agency;
building this rage in me
I can't control myself;
knocking things of my shelf
Voices are screaming
I can't take the feeling
I'm being chased out of my mind!
-GS
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Doorway to Nowhere
PoetryI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
