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[aid] => mick
[title] => Beneath
[time] => 2005-09-27 16:50:09
[hometext] => People we portray, as trustworthy, as loving and kind, are sometimes not what they seem, our true visions blurred by what lies are set out for us to believe in, traps, which in most cases, leaves the prey hanging to its slowly awaiting end.
[bodytext] => I never saw what was beneath you, what you thought, of me, the world, yourself. I never understood your actions, nor your words. I never realized what you were, I only saw what was infront of me, and though I dug deeper for what at the moment seemed love, I was only looking through more lies, more entangled did I become, as I searched for what I thought you could be. And I guess through all that, I must have changed you, must have said or did something wrong. Something to make you turn on me, and do and say the things you did. The actions you lay guilty to, still haunt me, and forever will, the words, you never uttered, but made echo through out the walls, still burn in my memory. I portrayed you as something different, a person of whom I could trust, and have faith in. Someone who would never cause me harm, physically nor emotionally. But all along, I believed in a person, that which did not really exist, just a shell filled with lies, filled with hatred, a darkened venom, which pleads, and in the shadows lurks for victoms. My vision of you was never blurred till the day you raged against me, never was I so shocked, to be betrayed again, by someone I loved, at least at the moment was the thought. And after the introduction to the beast you truely were, there was no escape for me, there was no release, there still isn't. You lay unpunished, unconsequenced for your actions, your words. A man, nor woman, has a certain age at which they become so, it's the moment, the day, you begin to take responsibility for your words and actions you become said man or woman. That day has yet to come for you. Past experience places doubt in my mind, it ever will. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 48 [informant] => autumn_zephyr [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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