Let's start at the very beginning

Prologue.
Brown skin. Flat nose. Short.
I was a free land for you to take.
For once I was in glee.
Until you had me taken and used.
You have forgotten who you are.

Chapter 1.
A blank page. A mystery.
Who were you really?

Chapter 2.
White skin. Pointed Nose. Tall.
A variety of people I didn't recognize.
You welcomed them while some fought with blood.
This is what you've done.
You have sold who you are.

Chapter 3.
The never-ending battle.
The battle within oneself.
You told yourself you are free.
There are no battles, no blood, no freedom.
You have forgotten what freedom is.

Chapter 4.
There are battles. There is blood.
Yet you have chosen to close your eyes.
Is this the love you have proclaimed for me?
You have helped no one with your steels and wood.

Chapter 5.
You freed yourselves from the dictator.
But there is still no peace at hand.
You all drown from the deep flood.
Yet you'd rather race each other to the shore.
Haven't you realized? You are not in the sea.

Chapter 6.
You are not at land either.
At least not ours.
You step at our muddy lands yet your mind is far from home.
You scrub your skin until its white.
To you, your skin is dirt.

Chapter 7.
Across the land, some eyes are red.
Their hands are rough with dirt,
clutching unto a plastic that smells.
It dives unto their minds and they smiled.
I wasn't able to protect them when you saw them with a bullet in their heads.

Chapter 8.
Mothers and Fathers that I raised
Have left me and you as well
To be able to put zero's in your wallets
They fight with their hands so rough
You. For you. But what about me? How about me?

Chapter 9.
It's an unending cycle of a triangular shape.
You fall. I fall. Some rise.
You all have lost hope and wish to leave me so soon.
Is this really who you are?
Will I never find who I truly am?

Chapter 10.
An empty page.
The writer of the book grew tired.
He didn't continue— or he never got to.
No one really knew.

Epilogue.
The page was not there.
Ripped like a masterpiece.
A painting of blood along its back.

I am an open book, ready for anyone to read.
Yet you have flipped me close and left me to fill with dust.
You have left me on the bookshelf
and slept in a locked room.

living in this lie
even when i know the truth
i don’t want to wake up
to... this reality
keep me in this dream
no... nightmare
i don’t care
even if it was to live in this nightmare i am already living in
i don’t want to wake up
to more...

Flickering lights, an unusual fright
Sitting alone
Scrolling through my phone

A curtain shifts in the moonlight
A door creaks closed, a breath of wind
I suppose
Window left open, I'll go close

Wham! the door slams open seemingly on its own
Shattering lights, pitch black
A scream so loud, my mind about to crack
I scamper for a door, futile in my attempt to escape
Black eyes impossibly stand out in a already black house
Fear holds me from releasing a tear
A dark figure, claws twisted, rippling muscle
pure white teeth glistening
Run screams my mind, legs a failing
One step, two steps, three
Looming above me a crooked smile forms on rotten lips
It has me in its grip

Open my eyes, heart rate raised
I feel completely dazed
A nightmare of the crazed

Someone called about the success
Why is it so wide and not nearest?
Someone cried as he fell down
He said frustrate is knowing only me
Can’t go wide, can’t forget me
He visited me every time, every moment at day
And smiled with a yellow smile as he knew he bothered me
But he didn’t say, he greeted and put an arrow
Of his aim to fall me at low bottom
When I scream, he laughs says he wants to look me
To see my face when I didn’t get my aim
The failure is bad and its taste gets the same
No one could help except my God
Except power to dismiss that worst
To look smile as nothing has occurred
To get him anger to fill his spirit
Of frustrate feeling as he wishes in his dream
Dream at a wake, at sleep you win the game
And the frustrate was filled by frustrate and they will gain
Fight, but a way of my way