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K3410N Feb 2013
Here inlies the question,
What ones own child must face;
To look into thyself,
And conquer the human race.

For battles are won and lost with love,
And there we shall really see,
What ones own love will do,
Or is it hypocrisy?

For this shall be the stage, my friend;
And though these wars are waged,
I ask myself the time-old tale,
Who of us are phased?
Mercy B Apr 2013
Right Behind ,
                those distant eyes lies a person begging to be understood, a person too scared to admit she needs you.

Far  Behind,
                 this wall made up of all the let down and the desolation in her life is the need to find something new.

   Always  Behind ,
                the brave front put up to keep her safe fear grips ,with a buring hot intensity, down to her very core.

   Still Behind,
                her fradulent smile devastation engulfs her spirit, saddness that she is bound to hide forevermore.

Mixed in  Behind ,
                 her diluted sense of reality, inlies what she precieves as fantasy, but alas it is undeniably what is going on now.

You'll see Behind ,
        a vicious web of self doubt that would consume her, desperately she fights to free herself the only question left is how

— The End —