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Rachel Ueda Oct 2013
I am
The night
Deceiving
and mysterious
A comfort to those
Who are comfortably
Delirious

I am
A flower
Who bathes in rain
And dances in the sun
Oblivious to
pain

I am
An animal
That should not be
Contained
Something
Wild and free
Never to be
tamed

I am
A woman
Strong and proud
But still just a single
Voice
In a bustling
Crowd

I am
A soul
Wrapped up in
Skin
Fleeing my body
And all of its
Sins
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Rachel Ueda Oct 2013
Drink over drugs
Was always my preference
Why? You say
Well drugs have a large price to pay
Drink may **** my liver
And make  my conscience quiver
But it's about mastering your pace
With drugs it's a constant race

It taunts and teases
Pretending it pleases

How fast can you lose yourself?
How long can you keep reality on a shelf?

It leads you to a darkness
Hidden away deep in your mind
Something with thorns an loves forlorn
No it's not kind

Drink can ease my pain
In time of weakness
But drugs have a keenness
To devour you

So pour yourself a glass
Have a cry and a laugh
And bask in the rain
That your still sane.
Rachel Ueda Oct 2013
My lies use to fill my mind
I use to shove them aside
My icy interior
Could never hear
The lies screaming
And teasing
So I smiled on
Believing my guilt was gone

Now my lies
Aren't afraid to hide
They burn my soul
Try to eat me whole
Their silence is loud
And they sit very proud
That they made me see
Just how mean I can be
Rachel Ueda Oct 2013
Is it true
That if I wish to love you
Eventually I'll loathe you too?

Is it true
All my prayers
Just fill up empty air?

Is it true
Life is a grand game
Only won with the cost of pain?

Is it true
That you are I
And I are you?

Is it true
That the truth
Is never true?
Rachel Ueda Oct 2013
We should know
That there's both
Good and bad
In a rich man
And a poor lad

We should have acceptance
Not judgement on
Religion and skins pigment

We shouldn't worry about
Your book smarts
But instead the kindness
In your heart

Maybe then we'll
Realize we are the same
And end our ego's
Foolish game.

— The End —