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[bodytext] => My name is Lisa Marie Taylor Yea, my mom was an Elvis fan I don’t live in reality much I have my own fantasy land. I see more evil than I do good More darkness than I do light I don’t like daytime very well I fit in better at night I’m not a good church-going girl But I’m not in a Satanist cult. I am no longer a child But I’m not yet an adult. I am not a demon from hell But I’m not a saint. My light don’t shine brighter than anyone else’s But it is not extraordinarily faint. I am sometimes very confused I have 50 different answers to every question. I will not accept help from anyone I get angry at every suggestion. I have many scars all over my legs And some on my arms too. They’re scars I wish I didn’t have I wish I could undo. For I sometimes take knives to my skin I can account for every scar. And one day after many more cuts My body will match my heart. I am often haunted By flashbacks and memories Sometimes I see people that aren’t there People from my past that I don’t want to see. Sometimes I think I’m screwed up in the head I think I’m beyond repair. I am not happy most of the time For some reason I’m lost in despair. My brother’s suicidal, a druggie, and depressed My sister’s a drunk and a whore I don’t wanna take the same path that they did But this key in my hand seems to only fit that door. I am known by myself For sitting in dark corners to cry I am known by everyone else For being tough-never letting a tear escape my eye. I am the shadow growing In the corner of your eye I am the shiver of fear That runs the length of your spine I don’t have much feeling left In fact I’ve pretty much died. So you think I’m a little sick in the head Look around, people like me aren’t hard to find Perhaps you should look inside yourself For I’m the dark side of your mind. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 25 [informant] => BlackFire9786 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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