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Who Is Me

You wake me from the dead Put these thoughts in my head. Nothing is there No hope no love no care That was not fair An empty shell It was hell Other people feelings you let me see No understanding of what they be Just to know i didn't belong That was so wrong Through others I could feel But couldn't deal Lost soul trying to find Some peace of mind A little kid that didn't not Know. Tried hard not to let it show Left me among people I wasn't the same ThOught I was to blame all these feeling from another So many they would smother I felt their hate their love and fear I didn't want anyone near Felt so alone Hiding from what was shown I was always left apart Did I even have a heart What was I Wished I could cry Went in search for peace of mind None did I find The feelings hurting me No one could ever see A human I didn't think I be Hoped no one could see I didn't belong no where I went Away I would be sent My sisters and every brother Loved only by my mother She tried to teach me Helped to see How I could hide No one could I confide Did I even have a soul of my own wasn't shown Then I could see what sometimes they be The things I could see The hate in a mind Was hard to rewind Would get lost inside my head I wanted dead Could see what some had done to another Maybe their brother It got do bad I tried to flee Wasn't meant to be No matter where I tried to hide In my head they all confide Seeing all the bad they've done I felt I could trust none I didn't ask for this in my head Wanted peace instead But never did it leave me It would always be. Tried not to let them in I could never win Felt their hate Hard to separate There feelings became my own Remember everything shown So much pain Was driving me insane My life I didn't want All those visions that would haunt I was not sure why this was my fate I learned about hate A feeling that I thought behind I could hide Used it so much No one could touch With that I could appear the same way I started to forget that wasn't one of them Myself I started to lose It was all I could chose Take their feelings slam them back Started to like that attack Could see I was starting to fit Still my mind could be hit So I stepped back Let go of my attack Fighting them to not let them grab my mind and hold The secrets they didn't know they told Started making me feel old Trapped in another's mind Never knew what I'd find Hated my life felt it was fake How much more could I take Fighting not to become What I saw in some Lost my self fed off their hate Tried to stop before it was to late Then I just started to hide Buried it deep inside So much pain I became the stain Fought off their inner fires Pushed away their hidden desires Learned to control the pain My soul was slain I hide from all Afraid I would fall. I sat back and fought Used lessons self tough Sinking deeper into despair Thought it wasn't fair Then I didn't care Went so long fighting people's will Had my fill I stepped away from humankind Still hoping peace I'd find I wanted to feel free But how I couldn't see So I chose death as a way What can I say People I wasn't but I didn't know what I kept that door shut Didn't want to know I didn't want it to show So I hide out in my own head It was better than dead Learning from those that were here no more I opened that door I saw so much But I kept in touch Slowly I started to deal With all that I could feel I knew all these feelings I knew wasn't mine No light to shine I became part of it all In the end I knew I would fall Become one of those people I felt invading my mind So waited to see what kind. Would I finally be But now I see. That they will never take What i don't have inside No soul for them hide. Lost lonely Was the only Man that wasn't real Needed others just to feel

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