The lies, the deceit, everything that comes out...
It disfigures me till I feel like a freak...
Little child
Run little child...
I want to scream
Scream out loud of all the pain...
Who is this little girl?
Why is she crying near the ocean...
Hello Mr. Reaper.
How twas your day...
As I sit in my dark little corner,
crying my eyes out...
See me smile and nod like nothing is wrong
Hear me quietly tell him to hush...
Hussssh
Please, please hush...
Fear, disgust, repulsion, all this and more etched...
Inside my tortured mind the memory of my screams...
An empty smile,
with an empty soul...
String with eyes like those of snakes
Im not like you...
Bare with me, this is my FIRST non-rhyming poem...