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I don't know if it's strength or weakness that keeps me fighting
I just know there's a fire that's slowly igniting

But deep in the winter it's gone with the wind
What will I do when the lighting is dim?

Please don't turn out the light.
I feel like I'm losing control of my life
Like I'm just giving up on everything
Because that's how life should be
But I'm stupid of I think that's going to get me
Through two more years of high school
Because it isn't
It will help me fail
And not get into the schools I want
Giving up is not an option right now
Even though it's the one thing I really want to do
Just give up
Just forget everything
Just leave everything behind
I've made some bad decisions in my lifetime
And I'm going to make more
Regardless of whether or not I want to
So I might as well just get used to it
But I don't want to get used to it
I want to change
I want to be better
I want to fight for myself
two smiles that grow
a love that shows
and an ember in the heart of the woods
Reviewing has been the perpetual answer.
To the unclear inquisition
that befalls the people
I have not seen
or spoken to for some time.
But there’s a progress
to the studies
which have accompanied
my mind to see beyond even me.

Thorough repetition
of factual information
in a mundane fashion.
The passion for acquiring
the necessary knowledge
has found it’s self
incorporated
in the daily conversation.

In the morning
a discrete young woman
fashioned with a “salmon”
bandana, leaving the cafe
with green tea in hand.
Followed by the waddling
footing of a child holding
a mother’s hand.
In passing, an adult
repetitively cursing
on the undertones
of their words.

The following day
a man in a tailored suit
talking to himself
with an ear-piece
unseen to some.
A young man
holding his father’s hand
hauling an oxygen
tank behind him.
A young lady with
white complexion,
studying. As she faces
my way her cheeks appear
with patching tones of black.

Reminded daily,
I return to these books,
the flow charts of
pathologies and treatments.

Humbled,
that the view and discourse
of our conditions
are not all the same.
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I’m not sure whether you’re he or she
I’m aware that you surround me
Watching my every movement
Taunting me
Haunting me
Studying my unprotected body
Waking up every midnight
In a hot flash
Drenched in fear
YES, fear!
The one thing you strive for
Feeding off my soul
Until I’m an empty vessel
For you to posses
And live amongst the living
I’m not sure if you have an appearance,
But I can feel you everywhere!
One second you’re in front of me
And then the other second you’re behind me
It’s like you’re playing mind tricks
To corrupt my sanity,
Just for you to attach upon me
Like a parasite
******* the life out of me,
Tampering my vision
To isolate me from dream to reality
A desolate wasteland of no returns
I can’t escape you!
I can scream until my lungs are filled with blood, suffocating me until I’ve reach my next life, but that will never safe me, you’ll eventually find me again
I can scratch my eyeballs out, but I’m still ridiculed by your unseen appearance  
Any moment you can just appear in front of me
And I won’t even know it
You shape shifter of
Abomination
Hell on earth
Like an eternal
Damnation
Why can’t I rid you?
Why must you torment me in every possible way!
Too afraid to step foot on the ground
Hoping you don’t drag me away into another world
Too afraid to open my eyes to catch a glimpse if daylight has ascended
You pretty much have left me cornered
Terrified like a defenseless child
Crying for its mother’s comfort
Into adulthood
You still follow me
Maybe I can’t defeat because you inside me and always around me
Maybe one day I’ll just learn to accept you and live with you
Until then, you’re just a foul fiend that swims around me
Stocking me
Terrorizing me
Dismantling me till I am nothing that remains in my hell that you created
I’ve been isolated for the longest
Have I gone crazy?
Or Have I just become aware of true reality?
It’s hard to make out what’s real & not
Honestly, I doubt people will understand its true meaning.
It’s compelling
Understand me, the true is sailing
Time is hanging from the tips of our fingers
The world is covered in a thick cloud of famine
Lingering and starving without even
Realizing it
Their bodies are empty
Minds in cased
Souls sold of twenty
This world lives inside an empty
Little box
Kept inside an empty room
Last thing to say, this world is doom
Humanity?
No, people lost their sanity
People only care just for vanity
Look between the lines
There is so much animosity
This world has lost its true colors
This world is black & white
The love and joy is completely out of sight
I tie a rope around my neck
Hopefully it keeps tight
I say one more prayer
I close my eyes and I say goodnight
I am a good girl
This I swear
I won't change ever
I would not dare
I am the good girl
Yes I am
When bad things happen
Just say, "Don't think I can."
I am the nice girl
Yes, indeed
I don't act out
I'm not guilty of greed
I am a nice girl
Through and through
That is, I was
Until I met you
and
then
i
was
bad                                                   bad                                                      bad
                   not                                                  sad
not                               evil
but i did things
that
maybe
i                                                        shouldn't                                   have
at least,
i did things
that    
good                                  girls                                      don't                                                                   do.
nothing made
sense
nothing was prim
nothing was proper
i was free
living like a                              rebel
and when i am with you
everyone says
"Look! There goes a bad girl
There's an example of what
you
shouldn't
do."
Well,
take it from
me
because I
was once a good girl too
do it
whatever you want to do
do it for the rush
do it for the screams
do it before it's just another dream
do it for love
for the strange sensation of                         guilt and pleasure
rolled into one
because, darling
when you're through
you won't be a good girl
or a bad girl
you'll just be you
Look into my eyes
Now tell me, what do you see?
A Sinner? or Saint?

Maybe different?
Perhaps a Human? or GOD?
You see what you want
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