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Tabby Aug 2017
I lay here wide awake; yet sleeping all the same.
I'm paralyzed, I can't move; my eyes remain forward.

I know there's someone in my room; but I can't even see them.
And though the mirror by my bed; I'm facing it, only I see nobody reflected.

Maybe it's due to the flashbacks; my past, it haunts me so.
The memories became paranoia; I know it's all in my head.

I feel them walking toward me; for what reason, I know not.
All I know is they're maybe there, lurking; and I can't move to confirm.
Tabby Aug 2017
The past is like a predator, I'm the unsuspecting prey.
It lurks in the night, waiting for any happiness to stray.

You run away from it, soon you think you're secure.
But it leaps from night and you'll know, there is no cure.

It leaps with a flashback, and that's how it gets you to crack.
Cause when it leaps, it causes a panic attack.

Once the past stalks once, it always will.
So until you cease to exist, it's a predator still.
Tabby Aug 2017
I talk about you all the time-
Your ears, they must be ringing.
I just can't get you off my mind-
Cause ****, you're so intriguing.

You even haunt my every dreams-
But hey, I can't complain.
Cause even though this sounds mainstream-
I'm glad that you remain.

I love to make you smile, it's one of my favorite things-
You even try to fight it, but never do succeed.
I don't think you realize, to me how much joy that brings-
Cause on a scale of one to ten, the number way exceeds.

Your voice is more than my favorite song, I could listen forever-
Though I wouldn't want to sing along, cause your voice is so much better.
I think I could stay happy, for as long as we're together-
Cause babe when I'm with you, I feel as light as a feather.
Tabby Jul 2017
They're very happy people, always smiling and laughing. They make everyone smile, or try to.
Nobody would even know..

They're wearing a mask, it's all fake. They're screaming on the inside, they always cry.
But nobody knows.

The happy them isn't real, it's fake. They watch their fake side from a distance.
They are so detached from life. Nobody can see the real them.
Cause nobody knows.

They don't even look, they don't try to notice the real us. They really believe we're happy.
But they don't even know.

We can't tell anyone, they wouldn't care. They would just say it *****. They would say they're sorry to hear that.
But they don't know.

They don't know how bad it hurts. We reach out from our real selfs and try. But we can't connect, to anyone. They can't see past the mask that we cannot take off.
Cause we told people.

We told someone the truth. Some people know.


But they don't care.
Old poem.
Tabby Jul 2017
Rain, rain, go away,
I wanted to go outside today.
There's a puddle in my driveway,
I want to jump, in but have to stay.

They call it raining cats and dogs,
But the only animal I hear are frogs.
Thunder roaring through the air,
And all I can do is sit and stare.

The rain ting tings on a tin roof,
All I needed was that proof.
I love the rain, don't get me wrong,
But my heart from it's long gone.

Everything is beautiful and shiny,
But the kid in me is so whiney.
So please, rain, go away,
Let me go outside today.
Tabby Jul 2017
Your love was like a fly trap, I was the moronic fly.
I knew better than to fall victim, for I knew that I would cry.

I flew around a bit, thinking I might give it a try.
I guess I did fall victim, so for me, this is good bye.
Tabby Jun 2017
You say, "It's over," like the end of a game.
Heart's breaking, more, but it still looks the same.
I kept going, back to that continuous game.
Not knowing how many hearts that you've chained.
You're locked up, and you can't get away.
It's like a nightmare, that you can never awake from.
You try, so hard, but you can never escape.
Old poem of mind I found from 2012.
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