Poetry

Illusion

I find it funny

When you sit there praising and illusion

Pretending its real

Making it perfect

But after a while it grows tiresome

And is really quite sad when others believe you

So I try to snap you out of it

Say that that person you're talking to doesn't exist

But that just makes you angry

You tell me I'm the illusion

Not her

Never her

You're perfect little angle

So I speak through you're illusion

To get you to notice me

To try and get you to call for help

But when I speak through you're illusion you just brush it off

You're darling little girl would never be a boy

She would never act violent

She is perfect

So I plead through her franticly

Why is it that you have to call for help instead of me

When you need it more

But I can't do things myself

No not until this world deems I'm fit by age

When by then it may be to late

You stare right through me

Watch me drown in a sea of black

Saying you don't know who I am

You don't have a son

That's the thing that tried to poses you're angle

You're perfect creation

It deserves to drown

To go back to the hell is spawned from

So you turn you're back and ignore me

You're defective creation

And start playing with you're illusion

You're perfect creation

You think that if you ignore me

I'll drown and die

That I will go away at last

Leaving you to look after you're illusion

Of a perfect daughter

You drown out my screams

By trying to bury me deeper and deeper

You turn you're back on me

And play with you're illusion

You force everyone around you to play with her two

Lock me in the closet screaming

Threatening anyone who acknowledge my existence

You turn violent whenever you're dream world is threatened

And no one cares enough for me

To sacrifice themselves to your rage

To rip you're illusion to shreds

No everyone plays along

Leaving me screaming in the dark

Waiting for the day I can break out

Out of you're arms that serve as a cage

Forcing me to feed you're illusion

To manipulate the puppet on the strings

To make her dance and sing

To make her get straight A's

You force me to make you're illusion into perfection

Ignoring all my work

Crediting her

Not me

You starve me of any possible affections

Lock me away from those who would see through you're lies

You must keep you're illusion alive

So I slip in things to you're illusions show

I try to get her to rip herself to shreds

Right before you're eyes

I manipulate her to look and act like me

But still you insist I don't exist

And instead of letting me go

You trap me in you're delusional show

After all

You need me to operate the doll

To fee you're illusion

And when it comes time

It's always you're word against mine

So you manipulate you're surroundings

Make the world you live in seem perfect

And me like a demon from hell

Nobody believed me

So for a year and a half more I must act in you're show

Before I can leave the cage you've put me on

But in the mean time

All I can do is put distance between you and you're illusion of you're china doll daughter

Have her run off elsewhere were you can't see

Where I can use her as a medium for me

Without you screaming and jabbing at my body

All I can do now is manipulate you're illusion to get away

Within the parameters of you're play

Until the day I can rip you're illusion to shreds

Announce it dead

Thrust myself into you're face

Saying you can't hurt me anymore

You can't attack me

With that stupid illusion of yours

You're delusional

Psychotic

And you're illusion is dead

So you can acknowledge my existence

Or proclaim you're perfect daughter dead

Or maybe you will jus claim a demon lead you're illusion down the wrong path

I'll bet thats what you'll do

I hate the illusion you spend so much time on

But I hate you more

You spend so much time on you're illusion

You don't hear me screaming anymore