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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
Everyone thinks they know..... They think I'm an open book. My eyes must be clear as glass, exposing my deepest thoughts. They think they know the real me..... Noone knows the real me. I don't know the real me..... Maybe there isn't a real me to know.... They think they can read my mind. They're wrong. She didn't know what I was thinking. None ever suspected That in my mind I was crucifying her. Who is watching the gears in my brain Turn as I pump out these lines? Noone. If I am angry, they never suspect That it is just my self-loathing Turned outwards toward them. If they read this, perhaps they'll think, Now I know....... But they won't. Whatever they think about me, it will always be Wrong. ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA |
Hey sweetie, I am going to email you my reply to this  *huggles*------------------ ~*~ I write to know I am alive ~*~ |
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Poet Lady New Member
since 1999-10-04
Posts 7 |
Reminds me of the old Indian saying that we don't know someone unless we have walked a mile in his moccasins. |
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suicidal dreams Member
since 1999-09-28
Posts 343Toledo Ohio USA |
Nice poem. I still think your the sweetest person I know, and dont tell me thats wrong. (A big ol hug, from Tom) ------------------ life is short kill quick |
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