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At 12 o'clock, the freaks come out,
and there I am, walking about.
I look to be lost and confused,
but inside I'm twisted and used.
Some may come by, look and stare,
I respond with a glare.

Why they do this?
You tell me.
Its probably just meant to be.

The thoughts of here,
leave me with fear.
My path, is not so clear.

Being trapped is something most people only think of,
but I'm living it.
Some may say it's my destiny from above.

It's hard to bare being alone.
i would've liked never to have known.

The sun is beginning to rise,
coming before my eyes.
Time to say our last goodbyes.
The world is changing so fast,
this feeling will never last.
Will it end?
Who knows.
Controlling me,
is how it goes.
Life as we know it,
is falling, bit by bit.
Will it ever quit?
No one knows,
that, it shows.
Confusion is setting in,
could this be, the end?
I want to be,
something for people to see.
Someone who has no shame,
so I won't take the blame.
Being in my shoes,
is something most don't choose.

Is it their fault?
No it's yours.
The tension rising,
anger pours.

Still through this,
I can find no bliss.
If one thing could change,
and relieve my pain,
then I hope it would,
but at the end,
it never could.
We use to be close,
but now we're falling apart.
I should have known from the start.
You've chosen him over me,
I never thought this could be.
Now you think everything is okay,
but that's wrong I must say.
I wish we could make things work again,
I am getting close to the end.
You just don't understand.
I didn't get chosen over a man.
Look at you,
claiming your perfect.
Are you really?
I get cut down all the time,
you always say I did the crime.
No I'm not grown and you are,
but that doesn't mean you should go so far.
I'm breaking slowly,
almost gone.
But sadly,
you just carry on.
The smell of lilac fills the air,
its way to much than I can bare.
Its closing in, coming near,
this, is what I fear.

I know it happens, maybe to soon?
Though all I hear is a merrily tune.
Echoing through the woods and trees,
as if it is laughing at me.
I push through it until the end,
stopping with that happy grin.

— The End —