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[aid] => mick
[title] => The wall
[time] => 2005-10-20 03:32:08
[hometext] => Hey my first submission
[bodytext] => The wall. I am waiting for the right moment It wont arrive I am waiting for my chance to glow It’s stuck behind a wall I am watching, looking for it I am prepared It's not exactly clear what awaits I am always on guard ready to protect myself It gets stuck behind the wall I am screaming, fighting as they surge It isn’t helping I am powerless to stop rising, surging darkness It engulfs me and the tears cant get past the wall I'm looking at myself, studying my face It is not worthy of an 'image' I am a product of environments that prey on insecurities There’s no wall to stop them I am bound by my duties to the perfect world I am taken over I have become a clone A little voice inside says "It is my life" The wall silences the infringing thoughts I am ugly and unlovable without my mask It is always underneath my 'skin' The insecurities have claws which dig deeper in The wall wont let them out I am sore from the scratchesIt is all in the image I've grown so much I've been polished so much I’ve lost my shine The wall grows A little girl sits beside a wall All of a sudden she releases her anger She attacks the wall in frenzied fury Until she falls down She lies in the wasteland and sobs and sobs She holds a key which has been long boarded up She drowns in my tears. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Sinfullilmissmuppet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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