I am..
A couragous armed warrior...
I stand feircly battling the elements,
With Bic pen as my sapphire sword,
and hilroy papper and my crested silver sheild,
I beat down problems freeing imagination,
I am...
A High School Student! ( grade nine sometime )
This ones a sad one i think..i'm making this one up now...
Wishing you were here,
Wishing you were near,
Wishing i knew the truth,
Wishing for truth about you...
Do you really love me?
Or is your love just a lie?
A clever hoax to get me in bed?
Just to make my senses fly?
Can i really trust you?
I just don't know no more....
Tell me i can trust you,
Tell me your always true,
Just don't tell me...
We're through... ( oct. 1 / 12:07 am )
I'm not sure about this next one you can say what its is happy sad or whatever..
Lies
A lie can be the most hurtful thing...
like a hot knife that cuts searingly through flesh,
A plague that kills and destroys youthful minds,
A Robber that steals your innocence in the night,
Be careful what you do,
be careful what you say,
If you must lie don't get caught,
The safest way is never to Start,
heed my warning and don't murder trust.. ( oct. 1 12:38 am)
A child i see, with big brown eyes.
Glowing and yet not right.
She hold in her hands,
A small tattered dool.
With buttons for eyes,
And a raggedy shawl.
The dolls painted grin seems to laughs at me,
as if it knows something i cannot see.
And know it does of this childs life,
Abused she was and now full of fright.
If only this doll could share its story,
Tell of the child's pain and her mourning.
It would tell of the time,
It was ripped from her hands,
Thrown away and replaced by a man.
It would tell of the childs silent cries it could hear,
But how it could do nothing but just sit hear,
But how it does nothing but just sit there.
It would tell of the pain it felt for the child,
whose innocence was taken and defiled.
And as i look on i realize, it's not taunghting me but the child.
For her silentness shal keep her in pain,
Only true love shall help ease it away.
Well...i am just making this one up, i feel as if i was just slapped across the face emotionally...
What am i?
I am a toy, one people use, walk over and toss away. A new and old toy. Shiney on the outside and always trying to look as new as i can, though my gears what make me tick, are shattered into splintered peices. I fight to pretend like nothing is wrong, like i am still whole still perfect, but on the inside everything hurts, everythings cracked and damaged. I wonder sometimes, is it only me who is like this? I know there are others but are they like me in this way? Other toys like me, whom people think nothing of when not in use, but seem to hurt us all the same.
When other toys are around, i am left to be alone in my corner, the dark walls closing in, taking me captive causing my shame of my brokeness and outcastness to fester like a day olf wound. I never will admitt that i am broken. For if i do i will be broken again and again by people who will laugh at me, other toys who will think i am lesser than them. Everyday i do as should, trying not to falter, trying not to show weakness. I always act strong like i am a fortress nothing can break me, i am like someone i do not know, but then again do i know myself? Do i truely know who i am or am i just to toy, the colors that i am painted by my makers, by you, will always be my colors for i do not know my own anymore. You have made me what i am, Those who hurt me have made me this way. But you will never know,
I will never tell you to your face...
Nor will i ever shake and sob infront of you like i do on the inside when i am confronted with you.
I am just another face in the crowd to you...
I will always be, just another Toy in the toy chest.
( Writen April, 7th? 1:00 - 1:40 AM)
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