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Saphira Rose Nov 2018
Though the stars are bright, and the seasons change, my tears will well up and flow Untamed. I asked "what did I do, what did I do to deserve your anger your fire and rage?"
I look down, my hands are filthy with only my tears to wash them clean.
I asked God "was it my fault?", yes? But how... why? Am I the one that screamed and yelled, am I the one that said sorry and did it again a second from then, am I the one that claims I have a right to be mean and causing fright?
Am I not the one from who the tears are flowing? God reply! God answer my prayers! God why!!?... God why are the people that pretend to be loving, pretend to be my friend turn their back on me when I need them the most? why are parents always the ones who turn their back on me when "I!!" need them the most...???
Oh! but my brother says that "parents aren't supposed to be your friend", was I wrong to pray this prayer? was I wrong to shed these tears?
Who is that person standing in the mirror, who is that person that I fear, who's that person that looks happy and brave, who is that person that is not ashamed? and here I am looking back at her, she's standing there smiling! I ask myself "why is she smiling though I'm going through times of pain? I have to tell everyone it's going to be okay because once I tell them that everything is wrong I will grasp on to the throng... of lies... wait! are they lies? no they're true... I look at the person standing in the mirror and say "it's just... I believe it's not you.
You are strong, beautiful, and brave. with God lifting you up, you dance on satan's grave, you're the one that smiles and laughs, you're the one that runs up to someone and talks freely without stuttering.
Have my tears stopped flowing yet? No, but now I weep for a different reason then self pity.

My friend!
If you have troubles with titles such as multiple personalities, just remember you are not the title you are the person that God made you to be, the person that God loves more than anything.
xmxrgxncy Mar 2017
He's always there, pushing for a moment of his own.
Will he win, or will he get pushed under the covers again?
Her eyes are warm and wet, glistening, and he sighs with the grace of the unknown passing through a door of the darkest shade of yellow there is.
But what of his dreams, his philosophies? What of his passions?
Her heartbeat fills his own, controls it. What more can he do to be himself apart from her?
He can push for his own time, elbow his way into the spotlight.
Or he can let her take control.
Is this about love? or multiple personality disorder?

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