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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Mask
[time] => 2004-12-07 21:47:09
[hometext] => This is a poem that I wrote about a few girls, they will remain nameless at best... e-=mail me about what you think scotthansen8@hotmail.com
[bodytext] => This dirty, disgraceful and hideously ugly mask that you wear Why do you hide your beautiful face? You hide it from me, and only me, I watch as you pull it off for others Why do you share something with others that I would gladly with you? I would have done anything for you, ANYTHING Now as I am consumed with hate for you, I die inside For hate will eat away at you until there is nothing left but itself Why do I desire this so much, I desire an overpowering hate for you I remember… the time that you dropped me The time I was in need and all you could do was push me farther down Why do you do this??? Relish in the destruction of my life? Love, does not equal hate Why have you sent this heinous gift to me? It consumes me… only for you though As you grow older, the hate grows more and consumes me Every second counts, for another space of hate I begin to see happiness… only to have it ripped away from me By who?? Who would do this atrocious crime!! Only I gaze down, and realize Who else would enjoy seeing my writhing in pain on the ground IT WAS YOU! How could I doubt your endless grip on me I look at you and fall again I look away and tears feel my eyes for I know I can never have such a beautiful girl I leave, for I know what I must do… Why must it end as this? Always this deep feeling I grip the knife in my hand, and I look at it This is not enough, not enough pain for the anguish and love I contain for you I look to the rear of my room and my eyes set on my ROPE OF TRUTH The rope that you had made for me INSPARATION! I now fully understand the use for this As I tie the knot to the ceiling I glance at my work and realize it is not painful enough still I spread the gasoline plenty around my room As I wrap the knot around my head, I know what I must do As the tears stream down my face, I see the truth You, in my dreams the only way I can ever have it I pull the match from my blood caked hands While I light this beacon of truth, I can only see your face I drop it, my room finally fills with flame! I kick the box out from under me, and feel the flames lick my feet As they climb up my legs I can only think about you I wish to cry unto you one last time For you to love me, or for you to hold me one last time I can only dream about you as I drift in and out of conciseness Whether ultimately the fire or the rope killed me I know not I only know that I found the truth I found, happiness Something I haven’t seen for all my life on that damned world I found this through the separation of body and soul Only now I can only dream of the pain, For I dream of the pain so I don’t have to feel the love for you As the love leaves, I feel the freedom I feel the freedom from your damning life, from you and the dramatic *****ing of you. As I sit and contemplate you… you walk into and unto me You ask for forgiveness, I gladly give it to you Only, you cannot have what you destroyed in me I have lost that forever, and for that you will not know of the undying hate that has replaced love for you and for all. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Mallard8 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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