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She yelled.

But no one heard.

Her hands strangled;

Chained in despair.

She cried.

But no one helped.

She hit her head hard against the wall

She fell.

Yet, no head turned.

Her hardships were not theirs

Her pains were but her own affairs

Then they sit back and at afternoon tea

Discuss the sad state of the world

And what it had come to be.

Reading the newspaper headlines,

‘Girl Loses Fight Against Depressing Times’

The town diner’s still here
But empty lie most of the chairs
Once home to our family mornings
Perhaps some part of that time still lingers there

The park’s still here
They didn’t bother fixing the swing
No one goes there anymore
And the school bells don’t ring

Our memories lie here
The only tales we have to tell
No matter the places we’ve gone
The town’s stayed its spell

Afterall,

Home stays home
At the end of the day
People aren't permanent 
But home is here to stay 

Complex desires have wrapped my mind,

As I start to search for something,

I fear I’ll never find.

I look in the mirror

And yell a curse,

My hopes are nothing if not perverse.

For I hope for love,

I hope for life,

I hope for joy,

And for joy, I strive.

But I know the silent song of fate,

Like grating beats, with gritting hate,

I know the pain I must face,

I know my stand in this endless race.

She, on the other hand,

She must always have it all.

She’s careless and reckless,

But she never seems to fall.

Her simple glance

And they go mad.

This kind of magic,

I’ve never had.

She’s but a devil in disguise!

I beg for you to open your eyes.

No one is so perfect;

No one is so kind.

She is flawed,

With a flawed mind.

She has you fooled,

She has no fear,

She’s the lion,

Not the deer.

She acts a victim,

Pretty but pale,

But she’s the bully

In this horrid tale.

I have cried far too many a tear,

Never once been held dear.

Never once been looked at twice,

Never once enjoyed this forsaken life.

So why must she?

Why always her?

Why am I disgraced?

And she, given what she never deserved?

Now, bitter echoes start to get in the way,

Like thundering storms and acidic rain.

It’s her turn now,

To feel my pain.

It’s her turn now,

And she must pay.

And that’s how it all begins,

And that’s how it all begins…

I’m sorry I made you feel that way

But if I had another chance,

I’d probably do it again

And I’m sorry about all the lies I told 

It’s amazing how much power these words can hold

But if I had a chance

Maybe I’d do it again

I know I was wrong

But I can’t make amends

This is who I am

This is me

There’s a sinister thrill in being this free.

We never really do escape

We rule this world with hallucinated gape

And outside the colours blur

Our vision fails us

Like a failing stupor

Hold steady, not yet can you afford to slip

In the deluded pages of reality

Where you, the Tyrant.

Where you, the Ruler.

Where you, the Governor.

Are but governed by the same restless lips.

Not by your people

Not by their choice

But by those whose smiles

Hide the evils of their voice

You, the Invincible

You, the naive

You, the fool

Can’t help but cave

You act the lord, you are the slave.

If the stars have a story to tell

Mine have crumbled and fell

Through the haze,

Maybe lies their lies of light

But the haze never clears

So we never know of such a night

It’s written in the stars

So as they break apart

We need not question our fall

It was always meant to be ours

Memories play back in your mind

You’ve now seen shadows that were hidden from the light

You, like them, grieve and swallow

The pain carves you deep, it carves you hollow

What do you wait for

Idealistic advice?

I hope these next lines then do suffice-

Turn away, child, whilst you still can

Live, without question,

In the delusion of man.