How dare you spit venom at me,
say you care,
warp my reality,
make my temper flare!

How dare you have the audacity,
to throw acidic memories in my face,
to have such total apathy,
to say I'm a sad disgrace!

You're a fool, liar, traitor;
I'm better off without.

The bright light shines on my mind,
I have to go, I must go; I know.
Though paranoia racks through my thoughts,
what if they catch you, they're going to catch you;
I care not for none can hope to tame this beast,
the one who controls me every evening,
making me slave to its chaotic frenzy.
The shadows of demons sway and laugh,
apart of me growls back and defends,
while the other just gives in.
This shall happen time after time,
again and again,
until I'm consumed by the night.

Smile brightly for them, girl,
they want to see you cry,
but you've got to be positive,
you've got to be happy,
happier than I ever could be;
Do it for them.

Lift your chin up, girl,
rough times lay ahead,
but you've got to be brave,
you've got to be strong,
stronger than I ever could be;
Do it for me.

Rise out of the ashes, girl,
everyone's going to burn you down,
but you've got to bounce back,
you've got to fly high,
higher than I ever could get;
Do it for yourself.

Known for such cold air,
certainly freezing the hearts,
of all who enter,
though that's not the case at all,
I know this, the truth.

Such a lively place,
not lacking manners, customs,
strange compared to mine,
pleasant and enjoyable,
a change worth making.

Bad reputation,
there are some who represent,
but most don't come close,
prejudice is such a pain,
these people don't need.

Oh goddess of my thoughts and recollections,
lend me your calm mind,
your everlasting beauty in the way you remember,
the treasures within the past that you find;

Moments close to heart,
too much so to just slip away,
swirls of ink blot the page,
making sure it's all to stay.

A moonlit glow encircles my eyes,
as they no longer see the current time,
only the past mistakes and lies,
the experiences I thought were mine.

Oh goddess, Mnemosyne, lend me your name,
give me the strength to hang on,
aiding me in this battle of brain,
before it all disappears like dreams into dawn.

Such a cold, bitter winter this was,
though the beauty of it all warmed,
my heart, my mind, my thoughts,
until chilling winds blew once more.

Such unique, lovely compliments they were,
then all for naught; they became,
lies, slander, blasphemy,
now my emotions can stand no more.

Such a smooth, soothing voice he had,
which reassured me all was well,
with me, with him, with life,
but the delusional mirrors aren't clear anymore.

Such a frozen, frostbitten goodbye this is,
leaving a rock thought to be a diamond, now
a fake, an imposter, a joke,
finally showing jagged glass as its true nature.

Wrapping a scarf of memories around my neck,
I walk out into the tundra that was him,
that was me,
that was us;

Though now I have no protection from weather,
my gloves and coat slowly slipping off,
I'd much rather keep in the blizzard,
than remain within his icy, deathly grasp.

My, my, look what we have here,
a lovely double lady,
double-headed, double-crossing; double trouble.

You pick at the stitches of your sewn-up friends,
poking and prodding at the stuffing threatening to overflow,
smirking and having a nice time.
I, the Jester, the Joker, the Fool,
do what I do best, better than you,
all in good fun, it is, it is!

You laugh one moment,
neck cracking the next,
before tearing off my nicely-sewn head!
Yes, for what you may do,
I obviously may not,
that's clearly how this circus is run!

A dip and a sigh barely escapes painted lips,
before ridicule is set upon for such a thing,
oh how dare I have ever-so-slight feelings!
You scream out with joy and porcelain affections,
but oh, not a word from the supporting cast,
lest our mouths be ripped off!

A twitch pulls my strings and around your throat they go,
making sure to get both heads tightly wound,
making sure of your faults, you know,
making sure that after, I'm not around.
Were you in my place, you'd do the same,
so not a peep out of you, darling,
we the people, of judgement fair,
sentence you to a silent killing.