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June 10, 2010
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Screams at me with its vulgar voice
Rubbing it in my face that it twisted my life
And the pain is as strong as rubbing vinegar
Into an open wound

It’s like I see everyone
Sprinting ahead of me
Boasting as they fly into the unknown distance
And I thirst to run ahead and keep up
But it’s impossible
Because I’m trying to run
With my feet tied together
While being dragged back into my footsteps
By my sister

The sister who doesn’t see the world
The same way all of us “normal” people do
The sister who causes so much pain and suffering
All those sorrowful, sleepless nights
Those messy meals
Those stares from strangers
Who stab me in the heart with embarrassment

Then, when I try to scream my heart out
With vehemence
It only feels as if I’m stuck on the television screen
And the ignorant person I’m calling out to pressed
Destroying the voice helps me get through this world
There I am just silently pounding away
In my problematic box
Inside of my heart
Only wasting time

So instead of complaining
I learn to accept my sister
To cope with the internal wound
She creates in me
And to live my life
With imperfections

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silent_reader said...
Aug. 12, 2010 at 7:24 pm
its a sad and deep poem beautifully written
SashaLovesYOux3 said...
Aug. 11, 2010 at 6:56 pm

i liked this poem

i loved what you were trying to get out :)

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