Rejected by the human race,
Myself to face,
Mirrors scare me,
Longing to be free,
Beauty lies within,
Not on a bare skin,
To see what they saw,
Is a tragedy when you know my history...
Life has taken me,
To the gates of hell,
Scared me by memories,
Took my joy away,
Destroyed a good mind,
Before it was even born...
To see what they saw,
It's hunting me till today...
Saving me with truth,
Holding reality too close,
Myself to heal,
Getting back what is real,
They wished me dead,
But I'm still here,
Thanks you made me,
Afraid of my own face.















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I could already relate a little before on the subject, but this poem Forces you to relate even more.Keep up the great writing-Jason
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You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe .
-Sylvia Plath
That's a reduction however, not an excuse. If it was left to me I'd break the face of every person who would cause someone else pain out of spite.
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You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake, you are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else. You are not special.
~Tyler Durden
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still here.
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Even if you stretch your "Loser" muscles...you still won't be cool enough to be a LOSER
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Love taught me to lie
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