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Is it a crime

Shadows protect the monsters in my head,
But why cant they protect me instead.
The doubts and thoughts haunt me,
It seems as my past lives taunt me.

Is it a crime to love the rush of adrenaline?
Must I love dopamine.
Are the monsters the ones creating my insecure social seams.
Or are my friends the monsters, burning me in gasoline.

Is it a crime, to love what is lost?
And if so, at what cost.
Society scares me to believe lies,
But my only questions are whos and whys.

So is it a crime to believe myself?
And is it a crime to think I dont need help?
If that is a crime, then so are you,
Since there is no way, not to be true.

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Coldhearted

I feel this every day,
Even when people pass away.
A mix of guilt for not being able to cry,
Not understanding why.

How can I not feel pain,
Is this what they call vain?
I do not know how to show how much I care,
At times I feel as though it isn't fair.

Why cry for someone already dead,
Have you not heard what the priests have said?
You have done nothing wrong,
Why cry and mourn for so long?

They left you so much,
They're the ones who will watch.
And feel guilt when you cry,
Asking god, wondering why.

Maybe I am cold hearted,
But I'm who god created.
Why should I cry for a soul I'll never see,
When they know I love them and they love me.

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Ghost

I shout and scream,
I thought my friends and I were always a team.
But I was wrong,
I’ve been ignored for too long.

There are no whispers about me,
Can they not see?
I cry every night,
For attention, I seek,
But in the end, all I feel is small and weak.

Hoping I’m noticed,
It has become a wish,
It feels as though everyone thinks I don’t exist.

Maybe I’m a ghost,
Not real or true,
Maybe I’m a ghost,
Am I see-through?

All I need,
Is a bit of recognition,
Forget the meaning of life,
This is my mission.

Please see beyond my disguise,
The feelings and emotions I hide.
I have nothing to confide,
As I live with lies.

Maybe I’m a ghost,
Not real or true,
Maybe I’m a ghost,
Am I see-through?

Maybe I am,
A ghost to myself,
A person seeking,
Needing help.

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What if

Everyone has a good side,
Everyone lives a bad life.
Only few can decide,
where they really reside.

Maybe I am, one of those few,
Because I don't understand others, 
And I don't understand you.

The decisions you make,
Like moving pawns in chess,
Unravel my thoughts,
And the feelings in my chest.

How can I know,
If this is all real.
If this is a dream,
Where we all can feel.

What if you all are my imagination,
The things you do make me question my own creation.
What if the myths of heroes and gods,
Are simply the truth, with the collated thoughts.

What if we're here,
Not to show who we are,
But to show who we're not,
And shine like a star.

What if it's hard to explain,
The decisions one makes.
Is it easy to create lies,
Is it because none of us are right?

What if I don't know the endless possibilities,
But I know, I still can choose for me.
Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe I'm right,
Only one can know, if they fight.