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Delaney Ross Jul 2013
Don't listen to my words,
when you get me like that.
They aren't really me,
I'm just roaring like an overgrown cat.

I'm trapped and can't escape
from the monster that's inside.
The innocent little girl
is forced to run and hide.

You wouldn't understand,
because you're in control;
my common sense is stolen,
all good ****** into the black hole.

The demon, the animal
is trying to **** me.
I'm trying to escape this,
if only people could just see.

I'm stuffed to the brim with hate,
because nobody unclogs it with love.
I've tried to confide in friends,
even contacted the man above.

Nobody yet has helped me,
you can tell that by the scars.
If you listened you'd hear the screams
of a child whose eyes lost the stars.
Lady Bird Jan 2018
EMPTY...
yet there to unleash our unspoken thoughts
catching them before they vanish and disappear
yet will always listen absorbing words from our soul
that may want to escape our frightened, shy or silenced lips
yet unclogs and un-twist confusion from our mind
with help from the "Ink Pen" one of its many handy side-kicks
yet has the power to preserve almost forgotten memories,
stories from our past and knowledge we pass down through the ink
yet waiting for our writing hand to choose a weapon of choice
the ink wants its turn to touch the white paper; our battle field is ready !
blank wide range of free space; the pen taps breaking silence
there isn't much we can do now but pour our words into the pages...

....Empty Pages No More ....

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