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Maggie Jun 2012
They see me,
Right through me.
They hear me,
They never listen to me.
When I walk through the door......
Wait,
What door?
They haven't given me a door.  
You know what they gave me?
They gave me a window.
Crystal clear.
They don't see me,
but I'm still here.
Maggie Mar 2012
When I look in the mirror,
am I supposed to see something?
You see a reflection.
Do you see anything else?
Does anyone see anything else,
other than your appearence?
No.
They don't.
Do I care?
Am I supposed to?
Because I don't.
Maggie May 2011
Late
Always too late.
When they finally notice,
you are already gone.
They talk until their voices are sore,
and you are down once again.
They don't notice you are back up,
until you obliterate the world,
or rather, their world.
And when they try to repent for their sins against you,
you have gone deaf.
When they try to show you how sorry they are,
you have gone blind.
When they try to touch you in fake sentiment,
you suddenly become paralyzed.
When they ask your forgiveness,
you become a mute.
They deserve your ignorance.
They earned the right.
It was by their own choices.
So when they come to you,
your heart goes cold,
and you turn around and walk away.
Maggie Dec 2010
When you leave this world,
what do you give up?
Friends?
You have no friends.
Family?
Your family's gone.
Home?
You never had one to begin with.
Love?
Never found.
The world?
It's over.
You give up nothing.
Maggie Dec 2010
I stare down at the enemy, or friend,
it lunges for me
it seems to give up,
but it lunges again.
Life?
No matter.
I gave that up a long time ago.
Love?
No matter.
No one loves me anymore.
Nature?
No matter
Nature holds no meaning for me.
There is one last gift I can give to this world.
The only thing I can give.  
Why?
The reasons to stay here?
Nada.
Maggie Nov 2010
A lone rose,
raises it's ****** face to the moon,
wondering,
why do I not get the beauty it possesses?
Why must I take beauty from the sun?
Why can I not just wither and die?
Maggie Sep 2010
Love found, Love lost
Love found again.
He giveth and taketh away.
Hero or villian, Who decides?
" I decide." says He.
He Who?
Who let's you find love only to have it lost again?
Who giveth and taketh away?
He Does.
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