SecretGermanyLover

Life It writhes and contorts, It binds and suffocates, It weighs down and blocks, It takes so many, yet so many break free. They escape the inescapable, They prevail through the pain, They smile and sing as if nothing's wrong, They never lose sight of the gain.                          But, I cannot face the fight, I always run away, filled with fright. I am overwhelmed with unbearable gloom, I go insane, sure to meet my inevitable doom.

I drown in this ocean of pain, unsure if I’ll ever find my way again. The shouts of delinquents fills my ears as I slave to the point of tears. Who is the real me? How should I know? Is it that odd I don’t wear a dress and a bow? Do my thoughts bother you that much? That your eyes water and you look for another’s touch? All I’m doing is speaking my mind, is that so wrong? So unkind? Sure I’m a bit odd, a little out of whack, but that doesn't mean I don’t hear you talk behind my back. I see you turn and snicker when I walk by, but to me you’re as useless as a fly. You buzz and linger with your clique,

I live in this world all alone, With no real place to call home. I see the faces all around me, And hear enough sounds to fill the sea. If my mind is a dark place where people should not tread, Is my life one not to be lead? Maybe I like to think of people when they’re dead But it calms the voices in my head. I test the waters of what is known And my ideas leave their home. They’re judged by those around, And I’m persecuted by the people I wish to put in the ground. I tread this world, without a home, Secluded in the dark, I’m all alone.

My heart aches when it sees the sights around, Stupidity, arrogance and hatred, They all permeate from the human race. They all stumble and wander, with only Their selfish needs in mind, unwilling to Offer a helping hand to those in need. I watch, and see only monstrosities. Friend against friend, brother against brother, The plights of the world are caused by the rats, The rats in their offices and cozy Clothes, tailored for men who deserve the praise. These creatures known as humans are truly Cruel and unkind, truly beings that don’t deserve their minds.

If you like this please leave a comment and let me know what you think! ~These Lives~ These lives of ours may seem so great, so fine, Yet that couldn't be farther from the truth of mine. All this pain that cascades down my face, With no happiness to fill its empty place. Now so hollow, an empty shell, With only a cracked smile to hide this infidel. The only things that bring me delight, Are the goreous scenes hidden by the black of night. And when questioned if I'm pure of heart, I put on a bright smile, and speak quite smart. For if one were to find my true face, They would find no happiness, elegance, or grace. This intricate mask w

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