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I get bored, sad or inspired and I write. / / Most of my poetry is lengthy but only because of how much emotion and thought goes into every poem I write.
*I'm a ******* handful,* I told him when he met me. I told him that it's important that he'll never ever sweat me. He forced me to open up and then went on and read me, And now he's upset because he seems to regret me? I warned you, I'd tear you apart like a gazelle and I'm the lion. Do you not remember conversations that resulted in me crying? Do you not remember arguments because I kept on ******* lying? I was ******* terrified yet you still bothered trying. See, you thought you were the fix it man, I intigued you 'cause I'm broken. So you did your best to put me back together - softly spoken, All the joking, ***** choking, you tried to make me open Which just made me close up more, with your shoulder always soaking. In the past, they didnt throw rocks - they threw boulders. I trusted so much that it has made me grow colder 'Cause I refuse to be mistreated, manipulated, and abused. Your optimism shows me we see the world in different hues. You think that I am perfect and I wish I could say the same, I wish that I could be confident and proud once again, I wish that I could love you and I was actually sane, I wish that in my past I wasn't treated like a game. I wish that I could appreciate everything you've done. As I been healing, you've been breaking and hiding it all up. I never meant to drag you to the hell I lived in before, And I can't see the light in your eyes anymore... I'm hurting to my core, My hands ****** feet sore. Wanting to redo everything that happened before. *I'm a ******* handful,* I told him when he met me. I don't deserve to love him even if he ever let me.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
Patterns of the Broken
*I'm a ******* handful,* I told him when he met me. I told him that it's important that he'll never ever sweat me. He forced me to open up and then went on and read me, And now he's upset because he seems to regret me? I warned you, I'd tear you apart like a gazelle and I'm the lion. Do you not remember conversations that resulted in me crying? Do you not remember arguments because I kept on ******* lying? I was ******* terrified yet you still bothered trying. See, you thought you were the fix it man, I intigued you 'cause I'm broken. So you did your best to put me back together - softly spoken, All the joking, ***** choking, you tried to make me open Which just made me close up more, with your shoulder always soaking. In the past, they didnt throw rocks - they threw boulders. I trusted so much that it has made me grow colder 'Cause I refuse to be mistreated, manipulated, and abused. Your optimism shows me we see the world in different hues. You think that I am perfect and I wish I could say the same, I wish that I could be confident and proud once again, I wish that I could love you and I was actually sane, I wish that in my past I wasn't treated like a game. I wish that I could appreciate everything you've done. As I been healing, you've been breaking and hiding it all up. I never meant to drag you to the hell I lived in before, And I can't see the light in your eyes anymore... I'm hurting to my core, My hands ****** feet sore. Wanting to redo everything that happened before. *I'm a ******* handful,* I told him when he met me. I don't deserve to love him even if he ever let me.
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I am writing this just to keep sane Stop switching lanes and deal with the pain I’m going to stay same and never give in to shame I don’t see this as a game, what I’m saying is real That’s why you feel every line that I spill Every emotion comes from the notion That we are the panacea for the poison Explosion of our hearts started with the sparks That ignited our greed amidst the dark So now we find ourselves led by the misled Bred like a hoard of cattle waiting to be shred We focus on materials and ignore the cries ‘Cause it’s easier to watch from an iPad, as a baby dies We work, struggle, and beg for a promotion Instead of pouring our hearts into a positive devotion Every person fueled by their own ambition And integrity is at loss on our way to this mission By Vladislav Vagner http://www.poemjunction.net
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
Mission 93
Sometimes I have to cry. Not because I'm sad. Not because I'm happy. But because I live in a shaded grey. Always in between and never touching the end of each extent. And when I think of you, I cry. Maybe I cry because I'm not with you at the time. Maybe I cry because I miss you. Maybe I cry tears of relief, Thanking this universe for giving me love like this. Because I've been neglected. And torn apart like paper. Maybe I cry in fear of losing you. Maybe I cry in fear of having you. Maybe I cry to relieve my anxiety. My anxiety from an unknown cause. I never know why I cry. Maybe I never will. But maybe, Sometimes I have to cry. Just because my twisted mind enjoys the feeling of these sheer tears that are filled with so many emotions as they're strolling down my face. These mixed, jumbled emotions I can't sort out. Some people say that black and white is all they know, But I never knew black and I've never known white. But grey... Grey has walked beside me for years Letting me taste each extreme, As if that ever benefitted me. And I, I always stay in this area of grey. It's the only place comfortable for me - Someone who has felt both sides of two opposite ends. Cause if it would let me leave, it knows I'd remain here. Not because I'm sad. Not because I'm happy. But because it understands That sometimes I have to cry. And I'll never have to give a reason, Because I live in a foreign place of unmade up minds and mistakes. This place I like to call grey. Which has gave me a home to store my imperfections.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
Grey Emotions
Sometimes I have to cry. Not because I'm sad. Not because I'm happy. But because I live in a shaded grey. Always in between and never touching the end of each extent. And when I think of you, I cry. Maybe I cry because I'm not with you at the time. Maybe I cry because I miss you. Maybe I cry tears of relief, Thanking this universe for giving me love like this. Because I've been neglected. And torn apart like paper. Maybe I cry in fear of losing you. Maybe I cry in fear of having you. Maybe I cry to relieve my anxiety. My anxiety from an unknown cause. I never know why I cry. Maybe I never will. But maybe, Sometimes I have to cry. Just because my twisted mind enjoys the feeling of these sheer tears that are filled with so many emotions as they're strolling down my face. These mixed, jumbled emotions I can't sort out. Some people say that black and white is all they know, But I never knew black and I've never known white. But grey... Grey has walked beside me for years Letting me taste each extreme, As if that ever benefitted me. And I, I always stay in this area of grey. It's the only place comfortable for me - Someone who has felt both sides of two opposite ends. Cause if it would let me leave, it knows I'd remain here. Not because I'm sad. Not because I'm happy. But because it understands That sometimes I have to cry. And I'll never have to give a reason, Because I live in a foreign place of unmade up minds and mistakes. This place I like to call grey. Which has gave me a home to store my imperfections.
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You've made me reconsider everything I thought And change all the conclusions that I've ever been brought You made me stare in adoration from the way you talk To the way you have confidence and swagger in your walk And when you dance, I see eyes filled with passion and drive And from the audience, it looks like you become more alive I see happiness, as if it's really the only time You can feel such emotion and I understand why You seem to fascinate me and I seem to admire you Cause I love to know things like your past and what inspires you How you hold yourself, your humor type, and I desire you And I can't tell you why cause usually I enjoy solitude But I'm so drawn to you, I think of you all the time I wanna be snuggled in your arms, your lips pressed against mine Cause with everybody else I'll just say oh yeah I'm fine But I actually can mean it when I'm with you and I won't lie I feel endless smiles and countless butterflies And I can't take the stare you give me from your ****** eyes So I look down, and fidget & become sorta shy When it's all realization I finally got a great guy For months it's been strange cause I haven't just cried Cause we're fighting over nonsense or cause somebody lied Or your ignoring me, cheating, beating, not treating me right Im not used to this but it's all been relieving and nice I gaze at you and I wonder if sometimes you catch me Cause I'd stare all day if I could and if you'd let me My love for you is strong and becoming very heavy I rarely get the chance to meet people who don't regret me You're what makes me happy And wake up in the morning Go to school, see you And I see now what is forming I'm just so in love and I would never ever leave you Cause I don't just want you anymore, I'm beginning to need you...
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Need You
You've made me reconsider everything I thought And change all the conclusions that I've ever been brought You made me stare in adoration from the way you talk To the way you have confidence and swagger in your walk And when you dance, I see eyes filled with passion and drive And from the audience, it looks like you become more alive I see happiness, as if it's really the only time You can feel such emotion and I understand why You seem to fascinate me and I seem to admire you Cause I love to know things like your past and what inspires you How you hold yourself, your humor type, and I desire you And I can't tell you why cause usually I enjoy solitude But I'm so drawn to you, I think of you all the time I wanna be snuggled in your arms, your lips pressed against mine Cause with everybody else I'll just say oh yeah I'm fine But I actually can mean it when I'm with you and I won't lie I feel endless smiles and countless butterflies And I can't take the stare you give me from your ****** eyes So I look down, and fidget & become sorta shy When it's all realization I finally got a great guy For months it's been strange cause I haven't just cried Cause we're fighting over nonsense or cause somebody lied Or your ignoring me, cheating, beating, not treating me right Im not used to this but it's all been relieving and nice I gaze at you and I wonder if sometimes you catch me Cause I'd stare all day if I could and if you'd let me My love for you is strong and becoming very heavy I rarely get the chance to meet people who don't regret me You're what makes me happy And wake up in the morning Go to school, see you And I see now what is forming I'm just so in love and I would never ever leave you Cause I don't just want you anymore, I'm beginning to need you...
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She was painted so beautifully. With little specks of crimson like the fire that burned in her heart. Dots of pumpkin and persimmon dancing on that one patch of hair she never died back. Drips of amber and daffodil seemed to glow around her body as she wished to feel happy again. And a shaded emerald painted like bars which contained her jealousy because all she wanted was to be perfect. Swirls of cerulean and teal like the tears that dripped off of her face. And the violet dashes were her moments of tranquility where her hands created magic out of papers and pen and her mind was finally put to peace. The magenta smeared across her lips, making her feel a tad bit prettier. Dabs of maroon like the blood that was shed, When she used the silver blade to pierce her golden bronze skin. She was a colorful girl behind the grey mask she hid under, All to avoid the threats she received in black and white.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
Rainbow Girl
I like it when you're tired And when your thoughts and words go Go go go And never stop. They're unfiltered So I see the true you All your crazy thoughts Your weird plans                *We should invent an artificial sun                                that runs on solar power!* And we act foolish Completely immature and playful And I get to see your crinkly-eyed smile And hear your hushed giggles Whenever you laugh at the silliest things And it's truly beautiful
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
Untitled
Fighting back tears, it pains me to hear The word that always lingers throughout my thoughts The word that makes me cringe in sadness The reason I don't wear dresses that are strapless The reason I could never be an actress My confidence is lacking, the word is attacking and hijacking My mental and suddenly I'm adapting To the rage burning in my heart like everlasting matches It burns me to say it, but I say it all the time To remind myself of why I will always have to lie Cause when people ask me questions, I always say I'm fine Even though I want to lie in the puddle where I cried And drown myself slowly, but not necessarily die Just come back alive, more beautiful this time Pressured by society and everybody by me That being pretty is the goal cause in the real world no one will lie to me Nowadays a girls dream is to be able to drop jaws Be admired and complimented and leave people staring in awe Be stunning, not even perfect, but have minimal flaws Why do insults flow easily and no one thinks it's wrong? Ugly The word unflattering itself And us as insecure, are disgusted with ourselves And sometimes we break down in the mirror yelling for help Cause who is truly happy when they wish to be someone else? Ugly Scars lacing our bodies Speaking loud enough when our thoughts get a bit foggy People stare at these memories and tell us we're crazy It decorates the pain like a poisonous pastry Ugly Why is it that we constantly hear This word that some might consider their biggest fear It's embarrassing, degrading, it weakens us deeply I wear all black and walk through the hallways discreetly I want no one to notice who I am anymore I have locked my true self behind bars and steel doors Cause I have a secret wish that one day maybe I could be adored But my reflection isn't the reason that I am so destroyed It's ugly That word has broken me down That I cry anytime there isn't anyone around And it's amazing to see how many people are self conscious Over this word which in itself is monstrous and obnoxious Nowadays I wonder if anyone has a conscience Cause if they did, why would they continuously spread all this nonsense? You can't brush it off like its stupid and it isn't constant And like it doesn't turn people from confident to rotten Ugly One day hopefully, I'll break out of this mindset Cause it's kept me from doing things which I now seem to regret It's kept me from happiness and the feeling of tranquility And dragged me to the hell where lies depression and hostility And now I long for a day where it will all happen so suddenly I will look at my reflection and will say "I'm not ugly."
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
Ugly
Fighting back tears, it pains me to hear The word that always lingers throughout my thoughts The word that makes me cringe in sadness The reason I don't wear dresses that are strapless The reason I could never be an actress My confidence is lacking, the word is attacking and hijacking My mental and suddenly I'm adapting To the rage burning in my heart like everlasting matches It burns me to say it, but I say it all the time To remind myself of why I will always have to lie Cause when people ask me questions, I always say I'm fine Even though I want to lie in the puddle where I cried And drown myself slowly, but not necessarily die Just come back alive, more beautiful this time Pressured by society and everybody by me That being pretty is the goal cause in the real world no one will lie to me Nowadays a girls dream is to be able to drop jaws Be admired and complimented and leave people staring in awe Be stunning, not even perfect, but have minimal flaws Why do insults flow easily and no one thinks it's wrong? Ugly The word unflattering itself And us as insecure, are disgusted with ourselves And sometimes we break down in the mirror yelling for help Cause who is truly happy when they wish to be someone else? Ugly Scars lacing our bodies Speaking loud enough when our thoughts get a bit foggy People stare at these memories and tell us we're crazy It decorates the pain like a poisonous pastry Ugly Why is it that we constantly hear This word that some might consider their biggest fear It's embarrassing, degrading, it weakens us deeply I wear all black and walk through the hallways discreetly I want no one to notice who I am anymore I have locked my true self behind bars and steel doors Cause I have a secret wish that one day maybe I could be adored But my reflection isn't the reason that I am so destroyed It's ugly That word has broken me down That I cry anytime there isn't anyone around And it's amazing to see how many people are self conscious Over this word which in itself is monstrous and obnoxious Nowadays I wonder if anyone has a conscience Cause if they did, why would they continuously spread all this nonsense? You can't brush it off like its stupid and it isn't constant And like it doesn't turn people from confident to rotten Ugly One day hopefully, I'll break out of this mindset Cause it's kept me from doing things which I now seem to regret It's kept me from happiness and the feeling of tranquility And dragged me to the hell where lies depression and hostility And now I long for a day where it will all happen so suddenly I will look at my reflection and will say "I'm not ugly."
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I want you to be comfortable with me To feel free in my presence To spit what comes to mind And not think about the sentence And just tell me how you feel Cause you're not made of steel And if you were hurt before I can help you heal But you're not listening to me You're barely hearing what I'm saying Cause you're being shy and timid And I'm the one who's paying For whatever you don't tell me Cause I know it had to hurt you But you play the strong guy and I admire your virtue I wanna hear whats in you're mind And taste the lips of your soul Touch the hands of your past And smell success in ya future goals I need to see you show me that maybe I am trusted Cause if you don't trust me it's fine Maybe you ain't love and just lusted But tell me Tell me how your emotions are acting Cause I see through ya smile Inside I know you're cracking Tell me You not letting me walk with you through the hands of time And sharing with me the evilness that's lurking in ya mind I wanna be able to look at you and be on the same level Cause if we're both going to hell, we're both meeting the same devil I ain't here to judge you And I won't hate you for before I understand you might be hurting Cause I have my own sores So I can be your friend I can be your help I can be support With everything you've dealt I can be a savior I can be a shrink I can be ya motivation If you want to sink I can be ya trust But do you even know what trust is? Cause I'm trying to show you how I've learned what true love is Therefore Tell me about the love Tell me about the hate Cause you accepting yourself That's what makes a person great.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
Tell Me About The Love
I want you to be comfortable with me To feel free in my presence To spit what comes to mind And not think about the sentence And just tell me how you feel Cause you're not made of steel And if you were hurt before I can help you heal But you're not listening to me You're barely hearing what I'm saying Cause you're being shy and timid And I'm the one who's paying For whatever you don't tell me Cause I know it had to hurt you But you play the strong guy and I admire your virtue I wanna hear whats in you're mind And taste the lips of your soul Touch the hands of your past And smell success in ya future goals I need to see you show me that maybe I am trusted Cause if you don't trust me it's fine Maybe you ain't love and just lusted But tell me Tell me how your emotions are acting Cause I see through ya smile Inside I know you're cracking Tell me You not letting me walk with you through the hands of time And sharing with me the evilness that's lurking in ya mind I wanna be able to look at you and be on the same level Cause if we're both going to hell, we're both meeting the same devil I ain't here to judge you And I won't hate you for before I understand you might be hurting Cause I have my own sores So I can be your friend I can be your help I can be support With everything you've dealt I can be a savior I can be a shrink I can be ya motivation If you want to sink I can be ya trust But do you even know what trust is? Cause I'm trying to show you how I've learned what true love is Therefore Tell me about the love Tell me about the hate Cause you accepting yourself That's what makes a person great.
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Suicidal Rain Can you feel the pain? It pours over me as it burns my skin There is no kin There is no friends There is no end But to put an end to you Mom said it’s the end for him who is committing But this is only a start for the committee A journey to sadness Tears fill you up You cry and you have everything running through your mind But you just put that gun up to your head Put that knife up to your skin Put that rope up to your neck Put that pill bottle to your lips Put your feet on that ledge and you don’t even think Actions speak louder than words When you can no longer speak Suicide is a coward’s way out they said Or maybe a paradise for the weak Cause life picks you up and knocks you down But sometimes so hard you want to stay on that ground And don’t make a sound So no one turns around Cause you don’t want help You just want a way out So there comes the night And you do what you believe is right And you black out No more thoughts, No more sights, No more sighs, No more fright No more light No more any of that You don’t have to try While family sits by the casket and cries "Why oh why?" "What could we have done!" Young life is supposed to be filled with fun Fame comes with heartache, hurt, and drama But once you leave the hurt is all on ya dad and momma Or whoever you love And they wonder is he down below or up above You pray to God “Forgive me for this is the last of my sinning” But with doing all this are you losing or winning? You got out of a life that caused you sadness But left people with unheard cries and madness Cause sometimes it’s better to let things go Because those hints you gave just didn’t show Not until the action was finished And every single piece of life was already diminished So from all of this, what did we gain From the horrible thoughts that you brought to life and attained And from the messages you put out there, we thought you were playing And not in the process of another life just slowly decaying And people send their condolences and say it’s a shame It’s more than shame, it’s a sequence to the chain And now the only wish is for life to be the same But how could it be when you’ve already felt that suicidal rain?
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Suicidal Rain
Suicidal Rain Can you feel the pain? It pours over me as it burns my skin There is no kin There is no friends There is no end But to put an end to you Mom said it’s the end for him who is committing But this is only a start for the committee A journey to sadness Tears fill you up You cry and you have everything running through your mind But you just put that gun up to your head Put that knife up to your skin Put that rope up to your neck Put that pill bottle to your lips Put your feet on that ledge and you don’t even think Actions speak louder than words When you can no longer speak Suicide is a coward’s way out they said Or maybe a paradise for the weak Cause life picks you up and knocks you down But sometimes so hard you want to stay on that ground And don’t make a sound So no one turns around Cause you don’t want help You just want a way out So there comes the night And you do what you believe is right And you black out No more thoughts, No more sights, No more sighs, No more fright No more light No more any of that You don’t have to try While family sits by the casket and cries "Why oh why?" "What could we have done!" Young life is supposed to be filled with fun Fame comes with heartache, hurt, and drama But once you leave the hurt is all on ya dad and momma Or whoever you love And they wonder is he down below or up above You pray to God “Forgive me for this is the last of my sinning” But with doing all this are you losing or winning? You got out of a life that caused you sadness But left people with unheard cries and madness Cause sometimes it’s better to let things go Because those hints you gave just didn’t show Not until the action was finished And every single piece of life was already diminished So from all of this, what did we gain From the horrible thoughts that you brought to life and attained And from the messages you put out there, we thought you were playing And not in the process of another life just slowly decaying And people send their condolences and say it’s a shame It’s more than shame, it’s a sequence to the chain And now the only wish is for life to be the same But how could it be when you’ve already felt that suicidal rain?
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*He makes me feel beautiful* Which I have never felt before I've always had my doubts and could never be too sure Cause they told me I was ugly They told me I was fat They joked about me and never had regrets And I sat there and I laughed it off but it hurt me inside So bad that I got off the bus and ran straight to my room to cry And I got on my knees and prayed at my window and asked the lord "Why is this happening to me?" and it started when I was four And yes, I still remember that far back Cause being bullied is it's own feeling of being jumped or attacked And *he makes me feel beautiful* Cause he looks me in my eyes and tells me that I am and I can tell it's not a lie... Because instead of posting pictures I have edited and cropped And having boys tell me I'm pretty through messages in my inbox... *He makes me feel beautiful* Cause he means what he says And a few other people have told me I am cute but I thought they were just kidding Cause I have programmed myself to thinking my beauty is forbidden Which means that I could never be a girl that is praised For her good looks, her perfect body, and her Aphrodite face. *He makes me feel beautiful* Cause even though I have flaws He accepts them and makes me feel like I have none at all So maybe I am pretty and I am starting to think better Of myself instead of looking in the mirror with a look so bitter *He makes me feel beautiful* And when he tells me so with such a serious voice, I get chills Cause he's the first person that hasn't made me feel completely ill By insulting or pointing out one of my many imperfections But instead trying to help get rid if that negative venom That people have slowly injected into my mind Making my optimism die slowly over time Making me get violent and defensive and making me less kind To the point I get a rush to commit a deadly crime Then they say I'm crazy and continue with the names It's a cycle, a stupid circle, a horrible made up game That has expanded to the point where death is how you win And I would of won this game if it wasn't for my kin *He makes me feel beautiful* outside and in So I wrote this in dedication to that special him For helping me realize more than ever in my life That maybe I am beautiful and I've been this way for a very long time...
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
He Makes Me Feel Beautiful
*He makes me feel beautiful* Which I have never felt before I've always had my doubts and could never be too sure Cause they told me I was ugly They told me I was fat They joked about me and never had regrets And I sat there and I laughed it off but it hurt me inside So bad that I got off the bus and ran straight to my room to cry And I got on my knees and prayed at my window and asked the lord "Why is this happening to me?" and it started when I was four And yes, I still remember that far back Cause being bullied is it's own feeling of being jumped or attacked And *he makes me feel beautiful* Cause he looks me in my eyes and tells me that I am and I can tell it's not a lie... Because instead of posting pictures I have edited and cropped And having boys tell me I'm pretty through messages in my inbox... *He makes me feel beautiful* Cause he means what he says And a few other people have told me I am cute but I thought they were just kidding Cause I have programmed myself to thinking my beauty is forbidden Which means that I could never be a girl that is praised For her good looks, her perfect body, and her Aphrodite face. *He makes me feel beautiful* Cause even though I have flaws He accepts them and makes me feel like I have none at all So maybe I am pretty and I am starting to think better Of myself instead of looking in the mirror with a look so bitter *He makes me feel beautiful* And when he tells me so with such a serious voice, I get chills Cause he's the first person that hasn't made me feel completely ill By insulting or pointing out one of my many imperfections But instead trying to help get rid if that negative venom That people have slowly injected into my mind Making my optimism die slowly over time Making me get violent and defensive and making me less kind To the point I get a rush to commit a deadly crime Then they say I'm crazy and continue with the names It's a cycle, a stupid circle, a horrible made up game That has expanded to the point where death is how you win And I would of won this game if it wasn't for my kin *He makes me feel beautiful* outside and in So I wrote this in dedication to that special him For helping me realize more than ever in my life That maybe I am beautiful and I've been this way for a very long time...
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