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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Alternate Personality
[time] => 2006-04-22 22:45:08
[hometext] => ... this queen of deception, fooling everyone but me...
[bodytext] => My blood froze into red icicles Falling off my hands... The wound numbed by the biting wind But the sting remains under the skin The knife hangs frozen in the air Time stands still for a moment or two Long enough for me to see... What I've done, the pain I've caused I close my eyes, not wanting to see The meaning of the story... That's playing out before my eyes The moral is I've killed myself... My soul lies dying as she masquerades This queen of deception, fooling everyone but me Her smile lights up the room with the fire that filled my soul Her chest rises and falls with the breath of my body She laughs as I cry, knowing I've tried To make people see that she isn't me... They turn away, ashamed to see The person that I used to be... I need their help but they don't care I've pushed them away once too many times I walked away in their time of need... So here's the thing, I'd never succeed In ending my life, in doing the deed But that doesn't mean I haven't hurt myself Not with knives, but by suppressing myself I've shut myself down, let her play... Play the role that I was meant to play Now I'm stuck, losing the will To fight back and take control So she's going to win, she's now me My alternate personality... ~ Cassandra Sayen Teague ~ [comments] => 0 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 13 [informant] => NothingMoreNothingLess [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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