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Even If I Don't Look Like It...I'm insecure,
Unsure of myself,
and just a wee bit
Even if I don't look like it...
I'm a clown,
Painting on that smile.
I have courage,
because I can face my fears
because I don't whine about the pain,
I just get through it.
Even if I don't look like it...
I need the reassurance
that you'll stay.
I want that hug that you thought about giving,
then didn't because I looked so cold.
I love your smile, laugh, happiness,
because just to see you happy brightens my day
Even if I don't look it...
I can make it through without you,
because I know how to,
I've done it before, I can do it again.
I can go on without all the things I want,
All the things I need,
I do it all the time.
I can stay alive, even if I can't really live.
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times
hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my
worst, then you absolutely don't deserve me
at my best."
Don't Let Them WinI think that you're beautiful,
In many more ways than one,
Never believe what they tell you,
Don't let them blind your sun.
I think that you're a winner,
You certainly won my heart,
They're the real losers,
For tearing you apart.
I think that you're smart,
Way smarter than they are,
Because you don't need to torment,
As you're better than them by far.
I know that you won't believe me,
That you think I'm just letting you confide,
But believe this now and never doubt;
You're stunning on the inside.
Conversation with a blind personcan you see something?
Nothing. I never saw anything.
so it's all black?
No I cannot see black
because I do not know what black is.
I do not and I have never seen anything
so I have no knowledge of what anything is.
I wish I could see your face
PainWhat is this dull pain?
Piercing through my veins,
Pricking me from inside,
Throwing my nerves aside,
It's becoming very hard to bear,
More torture is added by each layer,
My composure is collapsing,
For breath I'm gasping,
Addicted to it's cure so bad,
Without it I would go mad.
You've ChangedI don't know how I am meant to feel anymore
Every time I look at you
I feel betrayed and outraged
You were someone
Who I could trust with everything
But now you've changed
And I don't recognise, who you have become
Why was it now, that you decided to turn
Into something I thought you never would
You have hurt so many of your closest friends
And you don't seem to care
I don't know why I keep on trying to hold on,
To something that I know is fake
We never really had
A true friendship now did we?
You say that you have been hiding
Who you really were
You were lying to us all
And that really hurts to know
I don't like the person you have become
What happened to the girl
That I used to know
The shy girl who cared about her grades
And who could tell, when her friends were upset
What happened to the girl that I met last year
The one that was so afraid to talk to me
After we had met that day in tech
I thought that this could last
But you've proved that I was wrong
No matter how many times you h
Out of sight, out of mindOut of sight, out of mind.
But no matter how many times
I chant it in my head,
I don't believe it.
They hover at the edge of vision,
But always felt.
They scurry across the carpet
and crawl along the walls
Too fast for the eyes to follow.
They move in shadows.
Breathe in dust.
And ghost their claws along your skin
in a loving caress.
Never enough to feel real
But enough to make you lose your mind.
Out of sight, out of mind.
But when you're afraid of the dark,
You don't have to see them
to fear them.
No One GirlI am the invisible girl
Everyone sees me, but no one does
I'm the back of the classroom dreamer
The one who pretends that she didn't just carve lines into her skin with a sharp pencil
The girl who inwardly screams if one hair is out of place
The one who cries herself to sleep so that no one in the real world hears her
My so-called meaningful connections seem so frail to my eyes
Everyone loves me, but not a soul does
All I have is me, but not even that
Because the girl I see in the mirror wrinkles her nose and spits in my face
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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