The Fine Line

January 20, 2009
By McKenzie Taylor BRONZE, Columbia, South Carolina
McKenzie Taylor BRONZE, Columbia, South Carolina
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I tell myself I'm sorry,
But I don't know how sorry I feel.

I can't help but wonder
If I can take away this slumber -
The haze I live in,
In which I never win.
Saying goodbye to you
Should be the easiest thing I could ever do.
The childish part in me says things will get better.
That never stops me from hating her.
I can't look in the mirror -
For fear of what I'll see there.
The hideous beast
That devours my soul as if it's a feast.
She breaks me down
So delicately in her favorite gown.
It's not fair
Being beckoned to her lair.
Leaving with the stains of blood red,
Tonight the beast will not be unfed.

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