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Your Act

I hate this, you put on a little act for everyone.

Only you’re true friends can see it though.

Yet we keep our comments to ourselves. 

You think you know what you’re doing.

You’ll see, it’s a mistake.

I really want to tell you, but you’re going to have to find out the hard way.

You see when you stop trying to be something you’re not your true friends will be revealed.

I love you with all my heart, but you’re hurting yourself. I can only sit back and watch.

I’ll always be here for you though.

That’s if you don’t forget about me. 

I’m still you’re friend no matter what.

I’ll never abandon you, though I’m often advised to. I won’t you mean too much to me.

You’ll forever be in my heart. I can’t run your life I can only sit back and observe. No one, but me can detect when you mess up. I can only keep it to myself. Remember this I’m the one who’s always going to be there for you. So, don’t forget about me. I’ll be the one in the shadows waiting for you, the prop holding you up.

Shamar Livingston

   

Pain, Give Me More Pain

A very delightful experience. Its the snapping of your neck. The reason you can’t go on. Feeling that creeps up when you least expect it. The feeling you get when you’ve been neglected. When everything goes wrong And you’re the one that’s reflected. Screaming, burning, your stomach churning. HATE, REVENGE, DEATH. Reasons for inflicting pain. It’s not just cuz of the rain.

Shamar Livingston
 
 

The Carnival
Life is all just one big carnival That is what I have learned It strongly favors the famous carrousel Up and down And around To some corny theme song That makes you nauseous Life is the unending carnival It’s the ride that never stops when you’re ready to get off You’re left spinning When the world around you is still Life is all just one big carnival.

Tiffani Burrows Mitchell
 

Payback’s Deadly

The last time I saw my dad Was when the hammer struck his head.
I came home from work He was beating my mother Strangling her until she turned purple She pleaded for me to help I couldn’t take it any more When I screamed for him to stop, He went after me.
My loyal mother pounded on his back as hard as she could with her clinched fists He turned just long enough...
He threw her against the wall She was unconscious I had just enough time to grasp the closest object I gripped the hammer in my fist as if it were the only thing I owned and someone was trying to steal it from me I beat him repeatedly in the head That thick skull that had tortured us for so long I only meant to hit him once or twice, To injure him.
But hearing him scream like a baby gave me such pleasure He died knowing how my mom and I had felt for the last 13 years of our lives He died wishing That he’d never been born.

Tiffani Burrows Mitchell