In my Mirror "Icing on the Cake" I stare at the imperfections That are my identity And the closer I look The more I find to hate I wish I were a picture In a dollar-fifty magazine A smiling little paper doll With no emotions to battle No one asked me to be perfect Or expect even more than I am But all I want is to revile myself And be my own persecutor I make a point to love you all, Put on a gigantic smile But the things I must say to myself Are almost as bad as who I see This reflection in my mirror	Invisible "Nameless" alone no one calling no one saying hi no guys flirting no second glances only ones that see through you you can't see me so you can't hurt me I can't hear you so you don't hurt me don't touch me then I'll realize that I'm not invisible any more
	Untitled "Heat1" Can you imagine Not being able to move Breath Speak Wonder each day if it's your last YOU PEOPLE ARE NORMAL DON'T EVEN COMPLAIN Pain for you is cramps NOT NEEDLES BEING STRUCK IN YOUR BONES! CAN YOU HEAR ME! I can never feel young again Illness takes that away from you Stolen Never to be returned
Masks By K. Overland She stares out at the world Vision clouded and flanked By thick walls Thick walls that have never been cracked The true girl behind this mask Has never been bared before all Always wearing the mask Though yearning to leave She is stuck to these walls Behind the jester's grin Playing the fool Is a girl acting the part Playing the puppet Reading the script that she helped create With every word Locks click into place Further shutting her into her cell The mask gets heavier Day by day Chains add up The invisible mask She is a slave to it She has come to see it as inevitable Always there Simply another part of her As natural as any arm or leg But it is not It is brutally unfair and unnatural But it has become second nature No one sees through it No one notices her peering out They shrug it off as part of her clown act The mask grows, never to be broken The girl, slowly dying underneath Unheard, unseen, unremembered The mask takes over Controlling her Giving the public what they want What they expect of her The mold is too strong to be broken	What Remains D. High What remains in this God forsaken world? There is nothing here, there, just the unending void. Why can I not gather myself? There is too big a hole to fill with cheap empty words. There is no one person or thing to fill the emptiness. Why am I still here if I have no purpose? The problem can be dealt with. Now, then, why does it matter? What remains in this God forsaken world? If there is something left I will never find it. Now is the time, to fix the void. End the lonely circle of routine. Why only now can I see what wasn't ever there. Now I see what is the truth, The truth is there is nothing in this God forsaken world. Now must I take control, this fragile existence will end. Only now do I realize, the end is near for me. Take a step to the edge and take the ride. There is something out there. To find it is not possible. My hour is spent, I must go. The dim misguided flame will burn out. My last plea before the rush, What remains in this God forsaken world?
More By "Icing on the Cake" A human ball, he crouches, amid the tense voices and the pressure of the walls Inside his living room, the thousands of perfectionist pleas fly into his mind He closes his eyes and tenses himself for more Everyone wants a piece of his childhood though he pulls and clings to it He builds himself an island for distance, from the din of demands and failures He builds himself a tower and prepares himself for more Large boats pass in the distance offering more noise and wishes They would call out the coastguard to "save" the boy from his own isolation He turns of the tower lights and braces himself for more A human ball, he crouches, alone without light in his tower, finally quiet Then silence screams at him, to the numb child, wanting nothing more than peace He holds his head in his hands and screams "Let me out."
Help Me By Dianne Crying, screaming, no one can help me, Can no one see this person inside? the one crying for help? the one inside this silly smiling mask, the one who may crack at any moment, and is hanging by a thread? she cries and shouts, but no one hears, her tears they fall upon deaf ears, her life a ball of knots, tight and un-untieable, loose and in a heap, in a crowd she blends right in, in that white straight jacket she is wearing, and that gag in her mouth is, a great accessory, eyes red and puffy, lungs hurting, tired and keep going, she falls to her knees, about to give up and turn herself in, to whatever life is after, still no one sees, nor cares, they carry on with their cheerful laughter oblivious to her pain.	Untitled By Jennifer M. In the silence Cacophony gathers around your flame Friends, lovers, loved ones, voiceless As you hold off reason with ashen umbrellas In your spinning room, when perfection comes in some pill Pleasurable acid, drifting down your throat Onto the flame, flashing memories regret the shortness When time runs out because the watch was broken By its user What beauty, stunning and blinding Aches into my perception as that flame bursts Before it dies inside your chest And then, the world weeps For we all lose a spark, carried across the wind When the flame dies inside your chest, For only you, the pain ends When in the last reflection Through the oceans I saw Those flashing memories, and I regret that shortness Because time ran out, the watch was broken By its user
Ghetto By Jennifer M. His breath wanders Shadowing Hope, The justice Within my ghetto Where I trap myself The boy's power Will leave the Streets Dark and contained Before the sun has a chance to rise	Untitled By H. Eppelheimer Pain It surrounds me takes me over invades what I thought was my own I care not for the pain medicine that makes me sink in to the dark hole deep deeper yet I never fully come out again pain yet more sharp abrasive it stops for no one

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