She turns and there's dozens of her staring.
They are different but very alike.
Their wounds and scars have eyes.
There's too many of them.
She doesn't stand a chance.
They ask her what it's like.
But she can't tell them it's all been a lie.
So she takes the easy way.
She jumps but falls hard on her face.
Tasting strong blood and pain on her skin.
They all want the same thing.
It's hard for others to look her way.
When there's so many other like her who know the game.
She's merely another flower in the field.
Icy cold hands grip her ankles
Keeping her in place.
They're like her and seem better
In every way.
How can She have a chance when She's just
The broken girl with her feelings on a page?
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It's hard to fight for your dreams when there's so many other people who want the same thing.
But don't give up. If it is what makes you happy just keep doing it anyway.
Keep doing it and getting better at it.
Eventually someone will recognize your talents.
For now, it's their loss anyway.
Till next time,
-Miss Yanxiet :)
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Screaming Into The Void
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