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Sept. 22, 2004 Comfort, no where to hide Like a deer caught in the headlights. Vulnerable, nothing to hold me, Caught in the onslaught of conflict Conflict of desire, truth, and deceit Forever entangled in the web of hurt Numbness found in unlikely places The knife in the kitchen drawer Drop by drop it soothes me Bathing in comfort of my own pain. Mine, no one else to rob me of. No one can take it away. No one can touch me. I live for me. Only me... Then why do I feel so used? Why is it people can still hurt me? Why me, why is it I put myself out there Just to be hurt again? Like candy I was seduced by the wrapper Artificially sweet I was drugged Abused, passed around like pills to the junkies. You can't have me anymore... yet I'm an addict on the run. Running away yet chasing it. Why do you affect me like this? Why do I cause so much conflict? Why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Expendable? Me? I'm not your cannon fodder I will not. I refuse to be used up like cheap fuel. I'm not the insect on your windshield I'm a human being I can feel. I feel pain, confusion, conflict of interest. You were my prince. Now you are twisted. You're selfish Robbing me of all my comfort Why am I so lost, I need to know, Need to know, I NEED TO KNOW! ~enigma ------------ About the author Rachelle Ann Ramos: I'm attempting to be an author, at any age writing a book is an amazing feat. But I bet it's harder when your just a highschool freshmen. I have always dreamed about being an author of an inspiring book in which teenagers can relate to. I certainly hope I can get through this let alone highschool. Email: geminiprincess90@cs.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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