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| The Hidden Madness Within |
| Waiting, Ticking, Counting down. My mind a nuclear warhead of emotions. This sensless play, I feel like a poor pathetic actor! The lights hurt my eyes! I've forgotten my lines! I've FUCKED UP! HOW? I've worked so hard, thought I had my costume perfect. No one could see through the viel. Tears spilt unnoticed. Mascara running in rivlets down a face unfamiliare to even me. I've tryed to help! Tryed to please! I've crawled through glass on hands and knees! The pain is great, these wounds that bleed! ( Throw on a bandade, thats all you need! ) Screaming till my voice gives out. Crying until the tears run out. My head pounding, My spirit broken, ARE YOU HAPPY YET! I paint on a smile. As you kick in my face! I laugh through the madness. Am I sain? Was I ever sain? Why do I ask these questions? I don't know the answers, Do you? The dam breaks. The bomb explodes. I lay in the shattered remains. I can't take it back! I didn't ever want it to begain with! Walking through a sunny world, yet it is dark all around. Everything hits with a 30sec. delay. Standing in a crowded room, yet I am alone. What color is the sky in your world? Plase help me! I can't see mine anymore. Spiraling down, I try not to drown. Everyone watches me splash around, yet they make no effort. Not even a sound. Why do I wonder? I will never understand. As I sit in a corner, and watch as the spiders weave around me. This is my hell!!! |
| Ilea Roze |
| Every day of my life I deal with morons who treat me like shit because I dress diffrently or think freely.. This is a poem dedicated to all those assholes who have ever dicredited me because I was different.. maybe some of you can relate to how I feel... |