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Helpless

These thoughts and images could my head,
As my imagination rushes ahead.

The hurt, the pain, the heartache, the tears.
I can see you causing me these in the fallowing years.

With your words and your touch, your smell and your strength,
All of which together I cannot go against.

Every night I wait in my room, helpless, waiting for you to come up the stairs,
Waiting for my door to creak open, for the moonlight to show that your there.

I watched as you hurt her, that dear friend of mine.
You took her childhood away, and ripped away the normal life of mine.

You still haunt my life, even though this happened long, long ago.
 I wish I could forget you, but I can’t, so um forced to forever put on a show.

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One

The floor drips towards the sky.
The walls fall, the seats rise.

With every emotion the room reacts.
Silence, the theatre has always lacked.

Blood, sweat, and tears backstage are shed from the actors,
But all the audience sees is happiness and laughter.

The Stage tells the stories, and no one believes.
They ask, “How could people so dismal create something so happy?”

The Walls and the Ceiling back up the Stage’s claim,
But everyone that hears it says it’s a lie, and walks angrily away.

The actors aren’t happy that their secret got out.
At the theatres Walls they scream and shout.

They yell things that can never be unsaid,
Then go home satisfied, and turn into bed.

The theatre could never house people so dark,
So it shuts its doors with a loud bang, and locks everyone out.

The droplets of rain drip on the roof covered ceiling.
The Stage and the Walls begin the process of healing.

The house today is empty still, shut out from everything and everyone.
Though many have tried, no one has succeeded in making the Theatre and the actors once again one.

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Untold Feelings

It seems like there is no good way to tell you how I feel.
I am too young for you to ever look my way, but still I hope.
I used to tell you everything I was feeling in letters.
But now the letters have stopped, because I can’t tell you how I truly feel.
Those three simple little words go through my head every time I see you.
My closest friends know.
Every time they see me looking at you,
They shake their heads and try to hide their disgust.
But they can’t hide it well enough.
It twists my stomach with emotions.
My brain tells me that I shouldn’t feel this way and that I need to stop.
But my heart insists, so I throw my conscious out the door.
Or at least I try too.
Your smile makes me feel warm inside.
When you get really close to me, I feel like I can’t be myself.
I’m afraid that you will think I’m stupid.
I always wonder what you will think of me.
Wondering what it would be like if….
But I don’t think it could happen.
It can’t happen.
It won’t happen.
So I guess I’m stuck with my feelings, all to myself,
With no one to share them with.
If I could say anything to you and then have it be erased from your memory.
I would say….
I love you.
Because I do.

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Circles

The stairs in the hall have no meaning at all, not going up, down, or side to side.
The steps just sit on the wall, and watches as the family crumbles around it, in good time.

Its wood holds no ears or eyes, but it hears and sees the lies that stumble and fall around 
in the household. 
It beholds at the sights from dawn to daylight and with no mouth passes rumors down the 
road.

With no hands and arms it comforts, and shelters the innocent, as the others rage circles 
around them.
It walks with no legs, and with no rage calms them, and brings them back together as one.

When everyone has died, said their final goodbye, and left the house alone and empty.
It will still be there, with no eyes, and no ears, waiting for the years when there are people once again in the house, and it will be ready.

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Resisting

Earth falling towards the sky,
Another final, frantic cry.

Turning and twisting inside and out.
The clocks are ticking, there is no way out.

A death of a man, than a woman and child.
Bodies everywhere falling into the aisle.

Hoping and praying that you are skipped.
Off goes the clock still, tick, tick, tick.

The moon turns red and the sky goes dark.
Up from the dead bodies rise their beating hearts.

Tables fly against broken walls,
Than you hear it, no one can resist the call.

Begging, lies, heartache, help.
And softly it is closed, the door to hell.

The fire now burns the bodies of those who are dead.
The clock is still ticking, you are next.

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Hidden

The secret I have is quite dark, that's why its hidden.
Far, far below the edge of my skin.

Shoved away in a place that is guarded so dearly.
Only one person I have  let in too see my thoughts clearly.

She sees that most of the words are jumbled and mixed up.
But one thing shines through clearly and that is the love.

My love for him is forbidden and scary.
When it first started to appear I was quite wary.

He is too old for my age, so him I shouldn't behold.
But, my heart insisted, so I dismissed everything I was told.

So I told them that it died, that flame of longing from within.
But I know, inside my heart that I will always love him.

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Hopelessly Alone

The floor creaks in the hall,
Bringing closer to me the thing 
I dread most of all.

He is always there in the 
doorway when darkness 
appears.
My screams, he makes sure 
nobody hears.

He takes what he wants, and 
than shoves me aside.
And I'm left alone in my room 
just to cry.

I know that he hears me, 
sobbing in the middle of the 
night.
But he pretends to not notice, 
and acts normal in daylight.

Nobody knows what he does to 
me when he can.
Everyone thinks of him as an 
amazing man.

They can not see the demon 
that is hid behind the mask.
It hurts to know that no one 
cares, daily life is such a hard 
task.

Making life seem right when 
everythings wrong,
Is what he makes me do, but I 
must go along.

With every no that I tell him, 
and every mistake that I make,
He has his revenge. More of 
me he breaks.

Mind, soul, and body he makes 
sure to inhabbit.
Every part of my life, he must 
have it.

Maybe one day the mask will 
be ripped from his wretched 
face,
But for now I can only sit 
back, let him take all control, 
and stare into space..

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Floating

Floating

Numb.
Not really feeling anything.
Not knowing what you really 
like or feel.
You just sit back and go with 
the crowd.
You connect with people with 
lies.
Falsehood of who you really 
are inside, because you really 
don't know.
So you make up this character.
You put on a play for those 
around you.
They title the play as your life.
When in reality, it is nothing 
like you.
The character you play is 
strong and sure.
But in reality.... Your just 
there.
Floating aimlessly.
Hoping to one day truly feel an 
emotion.
Because you used to be able to 
turn them on and off.
But now, they stay off and only 
appear when there is anger, 
guilt, or sadness to be felt.
So you try to hope.
Honestly you do. 
For the life that never was. 
And maybe, if it's In the cards 
for you.
Someday you'll feel happy 
inside. 
But the most you can do is 
wait.
Just wait....

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Sold: the Price, Me

Shadows
The place I have been forced 
to live my life. 
Horrible people doing horrible 
things to me in the dark. 
I have never been able to 
protest. 
They are always stronger than 
me.
Bigger than me.
The things of which they do, I 
can not tell.
Pushing.
Pulling.
Screaming.
Hurting.
Than darkness.
Every day it's the same.
So I escape it with drugs.
It's the only way I know how 
to escape.
The rush it brings puts down 
my guard.
I dont have a mind,
So when they hurt me, I don't 
care.
Sometimes I'm awake though.
It seems so much worse every 
time.
Longer.
It's always someone different 
every other night.
I hear them bartering how 
much.
My father always turns a profit.
He doesn't care about what 
he's doing to me. 
He never has.
I can only do his bidding and 
nothing else.
I can never tell about the he'll 
I live in.
Banished from heaven for an 
eternity until death.

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Escape

Open your mind. 
Wipe everything away. 
Start a new life, even if its for 
a few seconds. 
Become a character. 
Mold it to your life.
Soon, it's an escape.
A wonderful, marvellous, 
magical escape. 
Where you can take another 
look at the choices you're 
making. 
The things that you once 
thought were horrid, and worth 
worrying over,
Suddenly seem so petty and 
worthless. 
There is no need for 
substances. 
Theatre becomes your drug. 
You have so many people who 
support you in everything you 
do. 
You are never alone. 
The love you feel for your cast 
mates, your family, is 
unconditional.  
Once you have entered the 
theatre, there is no going 
back. 
You're in it for life. 
Your in love,
And you couldn't be happier.