Pulling me down

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
my first poem about myself, well mostly based on myself. written whilst in a very sad mood.

Submitted: April 11, 2012

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I'm being twisted,

I'm being manipulated.

Just the constant persistance,

until i give in and,

hand over my resistance.

 

You don't get bored,

you want my soul poured,

into your greedy hands.

Till all that stands,

is me as your puppet.

Your drooling for control,

over my soul.

 

Your whispers and hints,

then endless rants.

Forever in my ear,

wherever i go.

Often bringing a tear,

even when i stop and say no,

you all just luagh.

Luaghs in my head,

echos and rebounds.

Till theirs hundreds of voices,

pulling me down.

 

What makes it feel worse,

what makes me feel stupid,

is knowing all you putrid,

beings aren't real.

No one else hears you,

How Is That Fair?

 


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