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Self-Inhibiting StrugglesThis one's lost in Wonderland,Addicted to its trap.It slowly seeps up all her tears,Yet leaves her lost, without a map.This one's victim to her Heart,And can't let go of fairytale dreams.She sits and waits for her true Prince,Then cries when it's not meant to be.This one's sick of life's Cruelty,Of a Father gone, and a Mother sick.Responsibility is the last thing he needs,When his stress level's already too thick.This one's heart felt the Ultimate Pain,And he refuses to repeat.But he needs someone to feel certainty,Because his own parents are never concrete.This one's tired of being Silent.Mother calls her just cause she can.She wants to speak of how she feels,But she'll rock the boat if she stands.All is not fair in Love and War,But it happens anyway.No one's perfect, this we know.Our own price we each must pay.
Enourmous EmbarrassmentI can hear the laughter, their laughter, behind me, even though no breath leaves their lungs. I let my forehead become painfully acquainted with the sleek black table in front of me. How I wish it was a cosmic black hole, a vacuuming vortex of nothingness to remove my presence from this world.My stomach seems to have run off, ashamed of its owner; in its place traitorous cocoons just happen to decide right now to conveniently snap and crack open, and then all hell breaks lose in my midsection. The well-rested, fluttering fowls feed on my organs, and now my heart beats in protest, screaming a mixture of hip-hop, rap, and metal music to send a rather violent message expressing how much it hates my brain at this moment. Said Nervous Center lives up to its named station by having a mental breakdown, desperately trying to escape its suddenly seemingly small cell. And even though I'm willing with all my might to not even exist (and therefore playing the Silent Game with deadly accura