All Nonfiction Bullying Books Academic Author Interviews Celebrity interviews College Articles College Essays Educator of the Year Heroes Interviews Memoir Personal Experience Sports Travel & CultureAll Opinions Bullying Current Events / Politics Discrimination Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking Entertainment / Celebrities Environment Love / Relationships Movies / Music / TV Pop Culture / Trends School / College Social Issues / Civics Spirituality / Religion Sports / Hobbies
- Summer Guide
- College Guide
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Personal Experience
- Travel & Culture
- Current Events / Politics
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
- Community Service
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
Knocking on the echoing head.
It’s evil. That’s all that can really be said.
Laying with my eyes open in bed.
Through my whole body the fear has spread.
Knowing all the while I might wake up dead.
Into this fantastical nightmare I have been lead.
A body hand sewn thread by thread
Lips that bear the color hypnotic red.
A demented smile worn on it’s face.
A frilly dress made of lace.
If only this toy I could replace
all these memories I wish to erase.
I will never find a hiding place.
Every night I try to sleep,
but around my room I feel it creep.
Far away from here I wish to keep.
In my dreams it climbs deathly deep,
and I wait helplessly for the alarm to beep.
Morning will come and away I will stray.
Yet at school I can not keep me fears at bay
for recess will come, the time to play
and the girls will bring their dolls, just like everyday.