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I live a double life. But I am no superhero. I don’t have crowds Chant my name. No, this is different. I come to this prison Everyday, preparing Me for the big bad world. I step through those doors And I am forced to change. The constant assaults on my Ego and confidence every day. Sticks and stones may break my bones But names shall forever haunt me. But I return from this prison and I am back. I go to the safe haven And plot their downfall. I sleep and let it all Wash away, yet From the darkness Angry and sneering they come. Their ghostly pale faces Surround and circle me. Faster. Faster. Stirring up a whirlwind in my head. I stumble and fall. Plummet into eternity. Then, Nothing. I wake from my slumber And feel the drip of sweat.
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Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 12:54 PM UTC
These Battles I Must Face
I live a double life. But I am no superhero. I don’t have crowds Chant my name. No, this is different. I come to this prison Everyday, preparing Me for the big bad world. I step through those doors And I am forced to change. The constant assaults on my Ego and confidence every day. Sticks and stones may break my bones But names shall forever haunt me. But I return from this prison and I am back. I go to the safe haven And plot their downfall. I sleep and let it all Wash away, yet From the darkness Angry and sneering they come. Their ghostly pale faces Surround and circle me. Faster. Faster. Stirring up a whirlwind in my head. I stumble and fall. Plummet into eternity. Then, Nothing. I wake from my slumber And feel the drip of sweat.
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aaron-kelly
Irish
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 12:54 PM UTC
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