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JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
But I have a choice
I want to be free
But not a fleeting moment
I want to feel
But not a feint touch
I want to see
But not a fading glimpse
But I have "A choice"*
I learn
But not to know
I read
But not to comprehend
I hear
But not to listen
Izzy Kat Maloney Apr 2014
My hair comes out but I stay true

It is unreliable, like you

I can pull it, twist it, I feel no pain

But I don't see what I then gain

You moved me and shaped me like I was your clay

I didn't complain, though my fabric would fray

I was too scared of going astray

The way you think makes me shrink

And still, I sink

So I'm falling

But conversation is stalling

Faraway voices calling

I stumble away, crawling

I look bad, but I don't feel so

First time for that, I know

Everything I say and do,

I was kept in line by you

And it's weird knowing someone so well

But feeling like you're under their spell

Yet nothing you do makes me afraid

Even though I'm in your charade

A masked ball, can I recall

Your face without fear?

When the fog becomes clear

Will you stop being austere?

Or return to your old ways, a smirk for your 'dear'

Like my hair, you are there,

But I can't make myself care.
Remy Apr 2014
An evoked thought
Situation or memory
I never thought
About my dreams & me

I died one night
For someone to hold me tight
I'm sorry I apologize
Words I can't help but hear
I had to be open to realize
Lies get bigger and the truth just disappears

I died one day
When I tried looking for a get away
I lost the dream I never had
I planned to go from angry to sad
Effortless body with no reason
Locked up in the darkest treason
Dying is like fading away
And I'll stop living to be okay

******* these voices in my head
Telling me I'm already dead.
Colette Williams Apr 2014
There's a saying that we are our own worst enemies.
The more I learn about myself, I have to agree.
It is not my friends nor my family
That will end up being the death of me.
Words in my head, words so mean,
Words that drive me to cry and scream.
Sometimes I can't believe this is happening;
Sometimes it all just feels like a bad dream.
The more you live in your own head, the more you hide,
The more you suffer and the less you confide
In the people who could help you understand why
You shouldn't believe in these horrible lies.

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