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#truthbeknown Through no fault of my own Other than via my birth a long time ago I claim this country to be mine, now that I've grown Yet I have no land nor do I own my council home Where's the...
I don't recognize, My own reflection, In the mirror. That's how long it's been. I stare, And stare, And I still don't know, Who she is.
Her jeans were sagging. Her shirt hung loose on her shoulders. The trip has seemed to make her a few years older. Her smooth skin now bid a mark. In permanent ink.
They want a man So I'm taciturn, solid and strong But they want a sensitive to listen to their hurts So I pull on the stillness, the subtle roots of empathy I allow them to grow But they want funny,...
#youngwritersemotion #confusion @Janflower Yesterday is an open box in the corner Yesterday is like a movie with horror Yesterday is song replaying Yesterday are the thing's you've been saying When...
Started writing again, got a bit bored with it so there's a gap of around 6 months, and it's now all written in the third person.
This is the beginning. I'm sure of it. I can't start anywhere else. 'The beginning of what?' you may ask. Well, the beginning of my story. The beginning of me.
Today, my odd Physics teacher said to me 'Who are you. Your not in this class?' I told him that I was an said 'are you sure.
He just dosn't understand, He wont understand, I can't tell him, But my true identidty can't stay hidden, Not forever, He thinks he knows me, The real me, He dosn't.
They say "You," I say what. They repeat, "yes, You" I say "You who?" So They check my vital signs And say, You are alive.
Little girl stop crying Save the pain for me Wait for me to be strong again I'll set one side free I can't forget the past Can't foresee the future No one understands me No one sees that side of her...
Life goes on, the truth changes. What was once true is often no longer true later - Brad Blanton. I did'nt really understand that quote until I read it a second time and then it made perfect sense.
3rd August 8:52 am The next morning, I heard a lot of shouting from downstairs. I put on my dressing gown and stumbled down the stairs, bleary-eyed and half asleep.
He woke up feeling queazy, he woke up feeling strange. He felt somewhat uneasy, he could feel some kind of change. Where was this he'd awoken, because he wasn't in his bed.
A little change here and there, No one will ever be aware. That it's me hiding under it all. Just a simple person, a simple fool. They'll think I'm smart, Put me into that box, I'll play along...
A bit of a rant... Would you change yourself if you could. Just completely change everything if you got the opportunity. Your name, your looks, your personality, your nationality.
As I looked into the mirror I saw a monster. It had scruffy dark hair. And long eyelashes. As I stared at it. I could see its dark grey eyes staring back at me. As I reached up to my face.
Am I the hurting man, The doer of death. The one who slays thousands, With every breath. Am I the quiet man, Secretly stalking. Hiding, www scanned, Silently walking.
#OpussDailyChallenge So my name is Rebecca, And the meaning of my name. Means beauty, kindness and modest, But me and these words aren't the same.
I am sitting in a diner With the world upon my mind. Feeling all melancholy, twisted, out of time. The truth is there is far too much, of time that is, Too much to notice the ignorance in our lives.
Do I fit in. Do I belong here. Am I suppose to wear this. Am I suppose to act like this. Should I walk this way. Or talk louder. Should I tell you something, even though you don't tell me anything.
I wish I was handsome. I wish I was rich. I wish i had smart clothes. Life's being a bitch. I wish I was clever. I wish i was fun. I wish I was happy. Life's being a bum. I wish I was wanted.
Sometimes I wake up, Void, empty inside, My subconscious very absent, I feel the need to hide. It's on these days I wish, I was somebody new, Somebody very different, And that I had a clue.
I was sitting, looking at myself in the mirror this morning and asking myself that question. So who actually am I.