She is his puppet,
Restricted by his will,
He is her commander,
Moving, swaying or standing still.
Bitter tears and pointless trust,
She sits upon her shelf,
Waiting for her moment,
talking to herself.
This time he'll be mine she says,
its me alone he'll love,
but cold lies give little comfort,
and the truth is so far off.
She begs that he'll be different,
That it's her alone he wants,
But the master desires many toys,
with the power that he flaunts.
He thinks he has control,
taking joy in her addiction,
playing with her feelings,
using love's affliction.
He holds her by the heartstrings,
She dances to his whims,
The bro
Only now I can find the words,
To describe the forgotten.
Only when pretence and masks are stripped away,
Can our true nature be revealed.
Our soul stripped bear for them to see,
To never forget the truth of me.
Lies and pain,
Joys and triumph,
Failures and fools,
Restrictions and broken rules.
We are formed by all we are,
Our past always chasing at our heels.
Fear not the things that make us ourselves,
For our experience,
Our fights and losses,
Our pain and our joy,
Shall make us beautiful,
To those who see behind the masks,
And love that which hides in fear.
She is his puppet,
Restricted by his will,
He is her commander,
Moving, swaying or standing still.
Bitter tears and pointless trust,
She sits upon her shelf,
Waiting for her moment,
talking to herself.
This time he'll be mine she says,
its me alone he'll love,
but cold lies give little comfort,
and the truth is so far off.
She begs that he'll be different,
That it's her alone he wants,
But the master desires many toys,
with the power that he flaunts.
He thinks he has control,
taking joy in her addiction,
playing with her feelings,
using love's affliction.
He holds her by the heartstrings,
She dances to his whims,
The bro
Only now I can find the words,
To describe the forgotten.
Only when pretence and masks are stripped away,
Can our true nature be revealed.
Our soul stripped bear for them to see,
To never forget the truth of me.
Lies and pain,
Joys and triumph,
Failures and fools,
Restrictions and broken rules.
We are formed by all we are,
Our past always chasing at our heels.
Fear not the things that make us ourselves,
For our experience,
Our fights and losses,
Our pain and our joy,
Shall make us beautiful,
To those who see behind the masks,
And love that which hides in fear.
There I lay,
In the dust.
There I lay,
Begin to rust.
Watch as things,
Fall to pieces.
Listen as,
all sound ceases.
There I lay,
In the light.
There I lay,
Through the night.
Feel my limbs,
Now cement.
Smell it all,
Scents present.
Taste the rust,
Feel the dust,
See the light,
Hear the night,
Smell the fright.
Ever still
As I decay
Six feet under
There I lay...
Standing in the world but not touching
Faces and bodies blur around her
Listeing to voice but not speaking
The air aroud hers' toxic, no-one approaches
Watching everything but but not understanding
Here she is known, yet remains unknown
Sleeping always, never resting
There she stands, nothing to see
A glass exterior and a hollow interior
I can tell its there.
Fear.
It tries to hide but lingers in your voice
Shaking.
Your eyes looking for something to grasp.
I believe its called hope.
Hope.
For what?
A better time?
Another place?
For the situation to better?
But it wont.
It can't
The pretty girl stares at the reflection,
every flaw is seen,
every failure noticed.
The little voice kept deep inside,
plants false lies,
within her head.
She thinks out loud,
too fat, too bad, too ugly,
not beautiful at all.
Her insecurity is harsh to see,
a heavy burden,
when she doesn't see herself clearly.
She stares into the mirror,
believing all its lies,
appearances can be misleading,
what counts is deep inside.
To her friends she is a wonder,
a treasure beyond its worth,
told their honest truths,
insecurity is still her curse.
Though so beautiful,
on the outside that we see,
still she is cursed,
with this horr
ok, so its been a while lol, anyways hey everyone! so much stuff has happened so i'll list everything in dot point
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- whoo i'm 18! as of about a week and a bit ago. he he totally awesome
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FakeFriends - Never ask for food.
Real Friends - Are the reasons you have no food.
Fake Friends - Call your parents Mr/Mrs.
Real Friends - Call your parents Dad/Mum.
Fake Friends - Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
Real Friends - Would sit next to you saying "Damn ... we messed up ... but that was fun!"
Fake Friends - Never seen you cry.
Real Friends - Cry with you.
Fake Friends-Think your quiet.
Real Friends-Wish you'd stop talking!
Fake Friends - Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
Real Friends - Keep your stuff so long they forget its yours.
Fake Friends - Know a few things about you.
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