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1Go on,
Go.
I won't be your freak show.
It's not "funny,"
It's not "cool."
I'm just a girl,
Who didn't know you were so cruel.
I made a mistake,
I'm sorry to say.
I paid for my mistake,
Very dearly today.
You took who I was,
And you tore up my heart.
I'm broken and bent,
I'm falling apart.
The roof of my home,
Has just caved in.
It looks like you did it.
I guess you win
Tragic ValentineWhen I look in your eyes,
I see the rest of my life.
I love you,
I do.
And I know you love me too.
A ring on my finger,
And another on yours.
We know each other.
We have no doors.
Even though we're separated,
By six feet of dirt.
The words you whisper,
Still heal my hurt.
The way you exist,
Inside my head,
A figment of the imagination,
Can never be dead.
I am yours,
And you are mine.
I will always love you,
My tragic Valentine.
Parental ''Encouragement''Mother,
Why do you despise me so?
Don't you think I should know?
I've grown into what you asked,
Graceful, poised,
Calm, relaxed.
For once,
I finally like who I am,
But still you say,
I should throw it away,
And act like it was a sham.
I'm rude,
Hostile,
And mean.
It's toward crude humor I lean.
It's the reason I'm alive.
Sarcasm helps me survive.
I'm sorry it's not okay,
But it saved my life.
Helped me get rid of the knife,
And for that I shall never change.
So Mother,
I say to you now,
Of myself,
I am surely proud.
tICK TiCKI'm one of you,
Cut me,
And I'll bleed.
Slice through my skin,
You'll see.
I cry tears,
Just the same.
You hurt me,
Without even knowing my name.
Stop my heart,
I swear I'll die.
To see the truth,
Look in my eyes.
Don't ever stop to think,
How your words affect me.

*blink**blink*
You've missed it.
All your words were shit.
They just keep coming and coming,
Never stop.
I smashed the windows,
And broke the clocks.

So tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,

 Tick.

                              B

          O

                                             O
M
The Prophets of Impending DoomI'm fighting and hitting,
Something that isn't there.

It has to be!
It's pulling my hair!

Oh wait,
That's me.

Oh no!
Is it true?
How could this be?

I talk to my reflection,
Because my reflection talks back.

My reflection is mean,
It says I'm ugly and fat.

I talk to my reflection,
And I'm never again the same.

Oh no!
Is it true?
Does this mean I'm insane?

People say they hate me,
They wish I was dead.

Everywhere I go,
It's "off with her head!!"

They locked me in this place,
This terrible hellhole of mine.

What they said came true,
I really lost my mind.
Tinkerbell's PleaPretty fairy,
Flits from tree to tree.
Pretty fairy,
Can't see me.
Pretty fairy,
Shine your light.
Little fairy,
You are so bright.
I think I'll take you,
And put you in a jar.
Hide you away,
So very far.
No one else,
Will ever see,
The light you shine,
Only for me.
I'll conceal the beauty,
I have seen.
It will be as if,
You had never been.
Little fairy,
Can't you see?
I am
Humanity.  
The Madness WithinRide away.
Fly away.
Run away.
Run.
But I can't.
I'm stuck.
I can't
                    Escape.
I can't run away.
They will always catch up.
Steps.
Over and over.
Going nowhere.
I am stuck on repeat.
I'm stuck.
Stuck.
Tick.
Tick tick.
Tock.
I can't escape.
Time.
I can't outrun the clock.
Butterfly ScreamsIt's fun,
Isn't it?
Hurting me?
Killing me?
Watching me bleed?

Mocking me?
Striking me?
Ignoring my needs?

Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.

But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.

The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
And bleed.
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.

"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.

So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.

So I'll lay down,
And bleed.
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.
OvercomeThe power of Christ compels you!
Leave me alone!
The power if Christ compels you!
Go back to your godforsaken home!
No! You can't do this!
How are you still here?
Stay in the pentagram!
You're supposed to disappear!
Oh, I understand.
My faith wasn't enough to be strong.
So now I'm here with you,
In Hell where I belong.
I'm supposed to be here,
Or at least that's what you say.
But unlike you,
My faith grows everyday.
God will save me,
That I surely know.
You think I belong here,
But really I should go.
My faith in God, my spirit,
Both you tried to kill.
I know that I'll get out of here.
Someday,
I will.
Disgusting Beauty"Dance all night!
Come with me!
Dance all night!
It'll be fun,
You'll see!!"
All the fey chuckle.
My knees seem to buckle.
My resistance sways,
And away race the fey.

"Dance, dance,
Until you fly!!
Dance, dance,
Until you die!"
All the fey seem to cry.

In unison, they call out.
"It's fun,
It's fun!"
They repeatedly shout.

But I look toward the loon,
Who fell in their grasp.
"Run,
Run away!"
He cried through his mask.

His feet danced a merry jig,
But I noticed that his hair was a wig.

"Run,
Run away!"
He called out to me.
"This is what happens
When you fall into
Society."
Are you blind?Are you blind to my misery,
Or do you choose not to look?
I want to share my story,
But you close me like a book.

I'm screaming as I cry,
But you refuse to hear.
Look away as I die,
Ignore each little tear.

Am I not loud enough?
Is that why you ignore my scream?
My life is tough,
Help me escape this bad dream.

I scream a bit higher.
Please, I need your help!
My circumstances are dire.
I'm losing myself.

But you do not help me,
And I've decided to give up.
Maybe then you'll see.
Ha! That's just my luck.
Can'tCan't whiteout my mistakes,
Can't erase them from the page.

Can't shake my past,
Try though I may.

Can t run from you,
Wish I could.

Can't make myself happy,
Know I should.

Can't smile,
Have to frown.

I can't stay up,
I have to bring myself down.

I do,
But I don't.

Is it can't,
                             Or is it won't?
Locked in Eternal StruggleHow I look on the outside,
Does not match the in.
What are the differences?
I don't know where to begin.
My ivory flesh,
Disguises my insides of tar.
Clear green eyes hide the darkness,
Observed in me thus far.
Crying for a change,
Demanding she see the world,
Lingering inside me,
There is another girl.
Untouched by all my worries,
Free from all my pain,
That girl screams inside me.
Desperate to see the day,
Like a maze in my soul,
She's trying to get out.
She will reach the surface,
Of that I have no doubt.
I can hear the bitch screaming,
She's so fucking loud.
I guess I was wrong.
My depression won't let her out.
What is Valentine's Day?Valentine's Day.
It's a day that couples kiss,
We reunite,
With ones we missed.
We open doors for perfect strangers;
We embrace love and say,
"Screw the dangers!"

It's a day that kids say,
"Ew!"
"Gross! Get a room!!"
They eat candy and snack;
Give out cards to their class.

Tape together,
A couple of lovers.
Eat all the chocolate,
We get from our mothers.
Go see a movie,
With some friends.
On Valentine's Day,
This is how it ends.

So enjoy it while you're young.
You don't have much time.
So go,
Have fun,
And Happy Valentine.
LostLost.
I am lost.
Falling.
Falling.
  F
    A
       L
         L
           I
            N
              G.
I have no direction.
I'm falling into a universe,
An alternate reality.
I am trapped.
Twisting, turning,
Pushing, pulling,
Stop, go.
Endless cycles,
That never stop.
Inside those cycles,
I am
Lost.
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Dear Marie

:iconclarissabelle:

"I'm your mother."
No, you're not.
"I spit you into this world, and I can take you out."
Yeah, if you wanna be charged with murder.
"I don't care if there's motor oil on it, eat the damn pizza!"
Your DOG wouldn't eat this, bitch.
"Go to bed, Claire!"
Yeah, because slapping me half-way across the room makes me SO tired.

Listen bitch.
It takes more than birth,
To make a mother.
It's like a one night stand,
With a lover.
It's a great paradox,
That you apologize now.
When I finally found a mom,
Who loves me somehow.
Don't say "sorry,"
Because it will change nothing.
Don't say "I love you,"
As if it means something.
Don't say "I care,"
Because I know you never have.
Every time I cried,
You went back and laughed.
You have never been my mother,
And now you never will.
You charged with Karma,
And now you'll pay the bill.
:iconclarissabelle:
The stuff up top is real. Most I remember, but some I don't. They're just things that my grandmother told me about.
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Critique by ~Ready2reid Feb 9, 2013, 5:27:03 PM
I really like the way this was done in two parts, each doing something different, but having it still connect well. I can really feel the anger behind this, and what appears to be resentment. I also feel like this was done in a rather original way, bringing in quotes as well as responses, whether they are to the 'mother' or responses in the persons head. The only thing I can see that might need addressing is shouldn't it say "you're charged with karma"? I don't know if it was intentional or not. Overall I feel like this has a real impact, although I might not be the best judge, I'm a little biased against mothers.
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~lexitaylor670 Feb 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:hug: you don't need people like that in your life. you seem like a lovely girl, and shouldn't have to go through that :)
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`MagicalJoey Feb 11, 2013   Writer
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=clarissabelle Feb 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:hug:
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~RoseScarlet Feb 9, 2013  Student Writer
:no: People these days.
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=clarissabelle Feb 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:) it's okay.
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~RoseScarlet Feb 9, 2013  Student Writer
No, it's not okay.
What you mean is that we still have to put up with it and remind ourselves that there are people and then there are stupid people. ;)
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*Scriddles Feb 9, 2013
I can relate so much it's not even funny.
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=clarissabelle Feb 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It seems like a lot of people can.
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