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Mar 01, 2009
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Circling the Same Old Cycles
I forgot what room I was in, the mirror standing before me.I'm stuck.... paralyzed; a painting with a subject; amber with an insect.
Its time to dissect my paranoia; anatomize my phobia.
Shatter the image, sick at the sight of myself.
Those empty eyes are mine.
Hungry hate
Dissipate the darkness.
Fill it with fury, anger, rage and agony....
Anything to escape the fear, the anxiety.
Run away, stumble... crawl if you have to....
On my knees,
Begging, wheres the mercy?
What happened to my dreams?
Parents, teachers, friends... promised me I could be anything...
They all lied.
Stand up, stop acting like an idiot.
Problems won't be solved without your own solution.
Fear is nothing, obviously, because no one cares.
Fear is only dreams, turned to nightmares.
Fist full of false fairy tales that led me all astray....
Made me think I'd be beautiful one day.
They shouldn't tell little girls all those stupid stories.
Better to introduce them to reality; make them fear the words " I love you" instead of waiting for it.
This world will leave them,
Rendered thoughtless,
Empty, breathless,
Forgotten, ignored,
Broken, busted,
Beaten and betrayed.
Who's fault is that?
Who's willing to take the blame?
This world is circling the same old cycles.
No longer know fear, only disappointment
The clouds cover up the rest; the sky....
Like blankets at bedtime
I wonder.... .
Where do dreams go when its time to wake up?
Its time to dissect my paranoia; anatomize my phobia.
Shatter the image, sick at the sight of myself.
Those empty eyes are mine.
Hungry hate
Dissipate the darkness.
Fill it with fury, anger, rage and agony....
Anything to escape the fear, the anxiety.
Run away, stumble... crawl if you have to....
On my knees,
Begging, wheres the mercy?
What happened to my dreams?
Parents, teachers, friends... promised me I could be anything...
They all lied.
Stand up, stop acting like an idiot.
Problems won't be solved without your own solution.
Fear is nothing, obviously, because no one cares.
Fear is only dreams, turned to nightmares.
Fist full of false fairy tales that led me all astray....
Made me think I'd be beautiful one day.
They shouldn't tell little girls all those stupid stories.
Better to introduce them to reality; make them fear the words " I love you" instead of waiting for it.
This world will leave them,
Rendered thoughtless,
Empty, breathless,
Forgotten, ignored,
Broken, busted,
Beaten and betrayed.
Who's fault is that?
Who's willing to take the blame?
This world is circling the same old cycles.
No longer know fear, only disappointment
The clouds cover up the rest; the sky....
Like blankets at bedtime
I wonder.... .
Where do dreams go when its time to wake up?
— Kyarain, Mar 01, 2009
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Critiques
Morgana Tragic…
17 years 3 months ago
WOW Ky!!!!!! That is
Kyarain
17 years 3 months ago
Thanks a LOT
yenti
17 years 3 months ago
Kyarain
Kyarain
17 years 3 months ago
Thanks
yenti
17 years 3 months ago
The truth
Conect11
17 years 3 months ago
very good in its intelligent quality,
Kyarain
17 years 3 months ago
Thanks again Mark.
faerybeki
17 years 3 months ago
am v touched by this piece,
Kyarain
17 years 3 months ago
Thank you so much!!!
faerybeki
17 years 2 months ago
ah! but the words come from
Kyarain
17 years ago
Don't worry