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Nov 2012
I may not be important to some,
I may be the trauma to others.
I will remain myself at all times. 
I will stop and I will close the shutters.  

I don't know what I'm afraid of
I don't know what is real. 
All I know is that my heart is out,
And everyone closes the seal. 

I'm a victim in this huge world,
I am the dirt people walk over. 
I feel as if I'll be a faint memory, 
I may never get picked as that clover. 

I will walk alone into this place. 
I will not cry as I drown in hate. 
I will beat the world in the end. 
I will shake the pain as it's my fate. 

The world can take me of it wants, 
I don't care I have nothing to lose. 
All I have is sorrows upon pain, 
And the hardest choices to choose. 

Rip my skin from me and tear me up,
Steal my soul and take me away. 
I have nothing to lose,
I promise it's all okay. 

My path is a battle waiting to show,
It's the fight that I reap to the end. 
I'll do what it takes to win,
I'll do whatever I can so I can fend. 

I don't care anymore,
Nothing else matters. 
I'm just a piece of meat,
A soul to be served on evil's platters. 

It doesn't matter because I'm done, 
But I don't want it to be done for. 
I'll keep fighting for what it's worth,
I'll do what it takes to always endure. 

My fate is to lose though. 
I just know it.
My life is irrelevant here. 
I am just playing in this dumb skit. 

Why should I care if they don't return, 
But they fight like I am a toy in here. 
I'm not important in this place. 
I'll just stay and fight all my fear. 

I have so many ways to lose,
I have none to make it to the top. 
I shall find out how hard it is,
How hard it is just be able to stop. 

The promises witnessed broken. 
The times I can't trust anyone. 
So many appear to me. 
So many destroy all of my fun. 

Trust is a funny thing. 
I trust and get beaten down. 
I don't know why I do anymore. 
The damage in me can't be sewn. 

I'll never recover from this damage. 
I'll always be in this cocoon of pain. 
I guess I really can't ever win. 
I will finally at the end be slain.
Dennis Meeker
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Dennis Meeker  24/M/Ohio, US
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