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Kyle Jan 2013
You look at me, with confused eyes.
You ask me, "What's wrong with you?"
I tell you, "Nothing."
Though I am not being entirely truthful.
I can't tell you what bothers me.
I can't let you know.
You won't understand how I feel.
You will take it like everyone else always has.
It'll ruin everything - ruin us.
For those reasons, I have to keep saying, "Nothing."
It's to protect me - protect us.
You have to understand that this is the way it has to be.
I can't change it.
I love you, but I have to hide this from you.
I'm sorry.
Kyle Dec 2012
The thoughts that erode my mind, forever eating away at my sanity.
What am I to do about them?

They **** me, ever so frequently.. like a demon who possesses a child.
How do I defeat them?

A plague on my mind, bent on killing me slowly.. Pain, torture, insanity.
Do I give up the fight?

These demons, they never leave.. Always, they are present, eating away happily.
Am I selfish?

They torture my sanity ever so menacingly as the night commences into darkness.
How can I sleep?

The pain, the torture.. It's so unreal, like a nightmare forced into reality.
*I don't know what to do
I just needed to write to ease some of the pain.
Kyle Dec 2012
There you stand, so pretty and nimble.
Your heart is pure and full, but you let it fumble.
The future holds such great bliss, but
You dread on the past, with great miss.

There you stand, so scared and thoughtless.
My opinion of you, is that you're flawless.
Can't you see what you possess.
It is much, I must confess.
This is the second piece I have ever written.
Kyle Dec 2012
The images that taint my mind.
They change the way I think, the way I feel.
You have been pleased in ways that haunt my thoughts, I
Can't bare these images, but I must because I have no choice.
It has always been this way, no matter who I was with,
The images that taint my mind, forever nagging at my being.
I have tried so hard to rid myself of these demons, but they
Stand there, grasping at my sanity, reluctant to let go.
The images that taint my mind, why must it be so?
I can't tell you about it, because you'll take it wrong,
Like so many before you, so I hope you understand from
What I write and the images that taint my mind.
This is the first piece of work I have ever written, I know it's not very good but I was able to express myself.

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