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Watch, See, Listen, Hear

You watch the tears fall from her eyes.
You see her walk out and away from the crowd.
You listen as she tells how unwanted and useless she is.
You hear her cry from the bathroom.
You watch her struggle to socialize.
You see her isolate herself from humanity.
You listen to her criticize herself.
You hear her fight against what might help.
You watch as she gets herself out of every social situation.
You see how uncomfortable she gets when someone speaks of her condition.
You listen to how she makes excuses.
You hear her say she is okay.
You just watch and see and listen and hear as she pushes her way through life.
And eventually, that may not be enough.

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There's a Monster In My Closet

There's a monster in my closet. 
It lurks around waiting for me 
to sleep. 
It peeks through the crack in 
the door.
It's angry and dark.
It destroys what it does not like 
and in the end it destroys me.

The monster is becoming 
impatient.
Soon the closet doors will open 
and it will release it's anger on 
everything that has ever hurt 
it.
But the monster knows if this 
happens, it could end up 
hurting itself.

My eyes flutter, trying to send 
me to sleep.
But I hold my eyes open, 
contemplating what would 
happen if I let the monster 
free.
Would that destroy it? 
Or would I turn into the 
monster?

Every night, me and the 
monster have tea parties as I 
let it slip into my mind only for 
the night.
In the morning it returns to the 
closet where I make it stay.
I remind myself not to open 
the doors, I don't need to 
change.
What I'm wearing is fine. 
This outfit hides the monster 
inside of the closet...

Every failure, every bad name, 
every embarrassment I throw 
on the monster. 
The monster despises me. 
Why can't I let this monster 
free?

Only when I am alone I can let 
the monster breathe for no one 
is there to receive it's pain 
except me.
I am alone with the monster.
The monster in my closet.

I hold back the monster.
I hold back the pain.
I hold back every tear and 
every punch hoping it will go 
away but it only makes the 
monster stronger.

Will the monster ever go?
Will it ever be free?
Will it ever destroy me? 
Or is it already destroying me?
Slowly. 
Slowly.
Through the mind.
It lurks in the closet.
It peeks through the cracks.
Foreshadowing the monster's 
RELEASE.

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The Times Past

Remind me of the times past.
The time before it all went wrong.
The time before we truly thought for ourselves. 
The time before we found out how different we are.
The time before controversy.
The time when we could be ourselves and felt no need 
to be accepted because we didn't have to be.
Why have those times gone?
When I have a daughter or son, I am going to tell them 
to never grow up.
"It's a trap," I will tell them.
Yet I will fully know that it is impossible and I will curse the world 
for being such a terrible place.
And when i wake up in the morning, I will remember that 
I am a part of this world and like a wise man once said, 
I have to be the change I wish to see in the world.
So wake me up when I am small again.
Bring me to life when we get back to the easier days.
Let me live in the times past.