the crowding is becoming too much
i do not know if i can handle much more
i know that i will fight to the end
because i will not prove to them that i am weak
i am not what they say to me
i am different in a good way
they're peoople yelling at me to stop
to lay back down so they can look at me
they say they just want to "help me"
i know by now thats just crap
they don't care about my well being
they just care about the happy
the little happy pills
i do not like them
they tricked me into thinking i was on fire
paralyzed
dying
i do not like the taste of the odorless perfume
i do not like how people are always around me
waiting
for as if im going to break if i am around others
i hate the clothes they make me wear
no matter what they say
i am always going to rebel agianst
i do not want to socialize with anybody but myself
they just cannot seem to get that knocked into their tiny heads
the voices around me drown out what they are saying
what they are telling me to do
im glad i don't have to listen to them anymore
its just me and the voices
the only friends i will always have
forever and ever
until someone tries to abduct my mind with happy pills again
they say to keep me away from the others
that its safer to leave me to my ownin tending
oh how they are so stupid
i am smart
and i am clever
my mind may not work the same as theirs
but i will find a way to make the happy pills a mistake to them
1, 2, 3, gulp the happy pills go down
and i am one with the world again...
for now at least.
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COopyright MyTimeWasyYsterday
A/N: HEY GUYS ANOTHER CREEPY, SCARY POEM FOR ALL OF YOU AWESOME PEEPS! HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND I MIGHT MAKE A SHORT STORY OF THIS POEM... MAYBE STILL PONDERING ON IT. THANKS FOR READING AND HAVE AN AMaZING SPOOKTACTULAR REST OF THE DAY:)
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
