Who are you?
Who am I?
Who is staring back at me?
A girl who acts tough but isn't.
A girl who act's like she doesn't care but does.
A girl who pretends she isn't hurt when she is.
Staring in the mirror I see someone else
I see a girl who's scared
A girl with doubts
A girl who regrets what she does.
I see a girl who's confused
Who doesn't know what she's doing
Who doesn't want to face reality.
I see a girl who hates herself
Hates herself for lying
Hates herself for giving up
Hates herself for pretending
to be someone she isn't.
She screams at her reflection when she sees it
She screams at herself when she knows people are right
She screams at herself knowing she's trying to be someone else.
Someone who isn't afraid.
Someone who can fight.
Someone who is strong.
She screams at the sky when she realizes
she isn't strong
she can't fight
she IS afraid.
She screams at the sky when she realizes
She's lying to herself
She's scared of her life
She's scared of the truth.
Because the truth is....
Guardian AngelGuardian Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why.
Maybe I'm just scared.
But everytime I close my eyes.
I see myself dead.
Gone from the world.
Wanting to see if people miss me.
Strange isn't it?
What would happen,
if one day.
I was gone.
Would anybody care?
I doubt it.
Maybe my family but....
What about everyone else?
Would it be relief?
Since I make so many mistakes?
Im not sure.
I just know that when i close my eyes,
I dream of a world where Im gone,
and it seems only three of my friends miss me.
The rest of the people who miss me are my family.
What happens when I leave?
Will anybody care?
That I'm gone?
I don't know but I would like too.
Because when I'm gone.
I shall miss them all.
Even if they don't miss me the least bit.
Because I want to be there with them,
even when Im dead.
Like a Guardian Angel.
UnderstandExcuse me, I'm sorry to imposeUnderstand2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Won't you both keep on your clothes
I have something that I have to say
You might laugh or you might get upset
Are you listening to me yet?
I can't just simply walk away
Boy, I lost my trust in you
Girl, if you knew what I knew
You'd see he's not the person he appears
But you take his word over mine
I just hope you'll leave in time
Before you see that he's your biggest fears
Sometimes I even wonder if
The possibility of this
So called 'karma' even exists
How come I'm here with open arms
An open heart in risk of harm
Yet he's the one with someone else to kiss?
Boy, you don't deserve her
Girl, you deserve better
But still I have to see you hand in hand
Soon you'll see just what he is
And maybe when it comes to this
Maybe then you'll finally understand
Excuse me, I don't mean to offend
But I can't smile and pretend
That you'll be perfect for each other
He'll tell you that you're the only one
Blink your eyes and he'll be gone
Off to find a perfect lover
ScarsStanding in the showerScars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skin turning redder
I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins
Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight
The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me
I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
Domestic AbuseRun.Domestic Abuse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A n y t h i n g .
His words are swords
His beatings are cruel
His love for you
In a sea of cruelty and despair.
"Please don't hurt me," you cry
Your last words as poison
In the air.
"Shut up," he screams,
His words echoing through
The cold and lonely bedroom.
he sinks a knife into your chest
The blood pouring out
The pain of the blade
Couldn't compare to the pain of
He loved you.
The Cat's Curse - Chapter 1The Cat's Curse - Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My mother and I were preparing breakfast. I was 7 at the time. I don’t remember what month it was. It could have been any season because the weather never changes where I live. It is always overcast; the skies are always pale. I stared out the kitchen window at the white world outside as my mother chopped celery sticks. I was supposed to be pouring drinks for my mother and me, but I was distracted by the presence in my backyard. Being so short, I could just barely see out the kitchen window. But I could clearly make out a woman standing in the middle of the yard. She was close enough that I could make out a few of her features, but far enough so that I could see her whole body. The woman was barefoot and walking around delicately on our leaf covered lawn, as if the leaves were broken glass. She seemed to be sneaking as she tip-toed across the lawn, but the way she glanced around casually made it seem like she’s been there many times before.
I remember exactly how I pointed
The Strong Little GirlThere's a girlThe Strong Little Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing in the crowd
No one sees
And no one cares
The parents slap
The dog bites
The children laugh
The teacher ignores
This sad, sad little girl
Will stand there in the crowd
Until the very end
She is strong
Shameful NightI feel shame when he touches my skin.Shameful Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Guilt, regret, but my voice goes numb.
I can't move, my heart is racing.
His fingers feel up my leg, my thigh and then it hits.
I close my eyes wishing he would stop.
His lips press hard into mine.
I look up and see only lust filled eyes.
I like the feeling but its not love, only sin.
His cheap cologne was filling my nose, rubbing onto my shirt.
I lay there when he walks out the door.
Hoping to god this isn't going to happen anymore.
AR Story: Little VisitorLittle VisitorAR Story: Little Visitor6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Ouroboros aka Ozzie Astaroth
It was a sunny afternoon at a city apartment house. It was a large, expensive hotel that had been converted into an apartment building. Many different kinds of apartments were available to rent.
Dana, the owner, was busy in her office doing paper work. She was only 28 and had already gotten hold of the lucrative family business. Her parents had bought the place before she was born and decided to convert the rooms into small apartments rather than run it as a hotel. They also decided to live there in the house while running it. Dana had grown up in that house and had many fond
childhood memories. She sat there in her office musing over old photos bringing back happy times long past. Her parents had since retired and moved off to Florida where the elderly seem to migrate and Dana became the owner. Over the years she had met a wide variety of people. Some were nice and polite, some rude, still others just plain weird. It comes with the territ
GoodbyeGoodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whats the good?
Why can't people say bye?
I said goodbye.
But people said no stay.
So you can torture me more.
I fell into darkness once.
I said goodbye.
They said no please don't.
I held myself crying.
I talked to alot of people.
No one could make me feel better.
Not until I tried once more.
Im in the light.
But also in the dark crying.
I want to say goodbye.
I try and fight.
But for what?
I end up screwing things up.
In my goodbye.
It might be good for all of us.
So I want to say goodbye.
But for some reason.
What would they do if I said goodbye?
I feel lied to.
Everybody seems to hate me but when I say goodbye.
They won't let me or make me want to say goodbye.
I want to say goodbye.
So as I end this.
I'll say two words.
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
Missing YouSince I woke up todayMissing You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been struggling to breathe.
Choking on your name
Asking you not to leave.
It happened again,
I saw you in my dream.
I'm still trying to catch my breath
Trying not to scream.
I need to wipe these tears
I need to blur your face.
Force this heart back into gear,
make it regain its normal pace.
So I'll go get my pills
And I'll bring out the liquor.
Keep on lying to myself
Saying "today I really don't miss her".
But I'm haunted.
Can't get you off my head.
I wish that I would die,
For you to be the one suffering instead.
Why did we fight that night?
How could I let you drive away?
If i knew that you'd been drinking
I should have forced you to stay
is the anniversary of your death.
I've been trying not to think of you,
But I'm crying, still short of breath.
I take out my wallet
Where I still hold your picture.
Wondering if I'll meet you soon
Thanks to this pill and liquor mixture.
But I feel nothing
I've been drinking this all morning
My heart still hasn'