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Grace Nov 2018
I was unmerciful.
I remember killing innocence.
I heard screaming and yelling.
I saw dust and blood spreading endlessly.
I worried that this would be my fate.
I thought that I would be taken over forever.
But, I want to change.
I am sweet and kind.
I think everyone deserves MERCY.
I need to free everyone.
I try to SAVE everyone.
I feel determined.
I forgive Chara.
Now I can change.
I will be brave.
I choose to be merciful.
I dream to free monster kind.
I hope everyone will get along on the surface.
I predict I will be an ambassador.
I know it will end perfectly.
I will change.
This is a poem about Frisk and Chara...
Grace Nov 2018
Sight of eyes
Overlapping mine
Maybe destiny or
Even fate
Together we had an
Instant connection
My heart pounced with
Elevated emotion
So much
Wondrous love
Everlasting
Happiness spread
Around like a
Virus never
Ending together
That is love
Or maybe
Love is when
Even when you want
Them to stay they
Go up
abOve the clouds
But never forgot
United
Their memories
Never leaving them
Over your form
They watch
Forever until you go
Over that
bRoken bridge
Granted to spend
Eternal life
Together again
Sometimes We Have To Let Go, But Never Forget.
Look closely.
Grace Apr 2018
The hallway seems longer, you try not to hint at the darkness creeping inside your vision, or the judging orbs turning around to face you.

Soles of your footwear trudge upon the tile floor, each step calling them to sink their teeth into your soul.

Their bites leave scars, eternal memories of the fights that happened on the battlefield.

Continuous barks and snarls poke and **** your ears ceaselessly, keep moving.

Your locker bent and dented, the countless repeating pounces
and slams coated the rusted metal door.

Turn around, SLAM, laying on the floor covering your ****** head, a coward.

Howls of laughter sound, they circle around waiting for an opportunity to finish their hunt.

Don't attack, but surrender,
too scared to hold your ground.

You’re weak,
You're useless,
You're stupid,
You're ugly,
You're worthless,
You are nothing.

Each word, every growl, added to your collection of everlasting pain no remedy could cure. Look up one last time,

Bystanders watch like stiff oak trees in the forest, acting
with the current of the wind, bending at will, standing there as an innocent life is taken
by the hands of the vicious, heartless predators.

But the only thing learned is they are the wolves, and you were their prey.
I wrote this poem based off of what feelings I had about bullying, about how I see them. They are wolves they hunt you down until you can't breathe. I've been bullied all my life so I let my feelings out.

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