There is nothing I can say,
That is a lie,
Yes I lied,
To a point where i base my self in a magical world,
They call me a lost girl,
Never to quite and never to sure,
Always getting myself embarrassed,
They seem to chuckle and I paddle along,
Why cant they be nice?
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--Why Cant HE Help ME?--
Everything seems to be blocking my way,
I can't seem to be happy with anything I do,
My dreams are only called dreams,
My pillow at night records them for me and shoves it in my brain cells once again,
Things that I truely love,
Betrays me and I reject the forgiveness,
I'm trying to stay,
Holding my grip on to you.
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—It's Not About The Doll—
Are you that naive to understand?
He couldn't put his younger daughter on display,
A Porcelain doll,
The odds are rare,
Could you replace their smiles?
I got pins here,
Stick them in and hold my secrets within.
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—Distractions—
I feel so neglected by their occupied minds,
Feels like I'm sitting in the dark room,
Looking at the shades,
My head shakes with despise,
I will never forgive them.
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The Fearless Words
PoetryThe Fearless Words is poems that are based on reality and fantasy, they can be viewed in many different ways from each person who reads them. Some of the poems will change your view in parts of life, some will knock sense in you, some will make you...
