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Do you know how it feels to be played?
Human emotions flickering on and off
like that broken light bulb, clinging on
to you when you radiate intelligence,
and mistreating you when you're stupid.
First step: the monsters unleash their
true colours, calloused claws cutting
a bloodied mark of my heart, the drips
of dark red. They ridicule you, without
any guilt or thought for how you feel…
Second step: then they transform into
feeble and fictitious felines. They strut
and attempt to capture you into their
idiotic game. They purr and plead for
your help, ever so plastic-like.
Third step: you make a mistake and
help their ''apparent'' sorry selves.
Then they take that help, unleash their
vicious claws for the true monsters that
they are and rip that help to shreds,
leaving you broken…
and soon enough dead.
Human emotions flickering on and off
like that broken light bulb, clinging on
to you when you radiate intelligence,
and mistreating you when you're stupid.
First step: the monsters unleash their
true colours, calloused claws cutting
a bloodied mark of my heart, the drips
of dark red. They ridicule you, without
any guilt or thought for how you feel…
Second step: then they transform into
feeble and fictitious felines. They strut
and attempt to capture you into their
idiotic game. They purr and plead for
your help, ever so plastic-like.
Third step: you make a mistake and
help their ''apparent'' sorry selves.
Then they take that help, unleash their
vicious claws for the true monsters that
they are and rip that help to shreds,
leaving you broken…
and soon enough dead.
Literature
I've Changed (Yeah right)
I've Changed (Yeah right):
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho
Literature
You're Not?
You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
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R.I.P.
Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
R.I
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It has never ceased to amaze the amount of hypocrisy I come across today, even in myself, to be blunt. The way people lie and attempt to trick you has come to the point where I find it humourous instead of it coming across as hurtful. I have 2 apparent ''friends'' that rushed to embrace me after they realised I achieved one of the highest on a math exam, even though they initially underestimated and constantly laughed at me.
The 3 steps to betrayal, have fun if you choose to play.
The 3 steps to betrayal, have fun if you choose to play.
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In my sad life. I've come to just not trust anyone and just to believe every things bullshit. Because in the end. I have nobody.