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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #878531
This poem is a poem that I wrote a while back
Silently I sit, with this still emotion running through my veins. What shall I do but just sit here and cry? Yes, that sounds about right., I'll just sit here, hands to my face, and cry. But wait...this still emotion...this silent emotion...in the end it still lingers here...in the end my heart still hurts with a horrid pain that won't go away. So what am I to do besides sit here and cry?

I just want to run to a dark corner of this room and cry...

What am I to do?

How long am I to sit here and cry? How long am I to hurt like this?

I get up out of my seat and stand in front of the mirror only to find that I do not enjoy the person I see stairing back at me. This can't be my reflection. This person...
...this person is in too much pain.
This can't be me, this person is too sad. This person's eyes alone hold too much pain, I can not look this person in the eye.

No - this can't be me.

I close my eyes and turn to walk away, but something inside of me erges me to turn back. I stopped and turned back toward the mirror with Fear pulling my hand in the other direction. I am forced to look this person in the eyes now. I couldn't help it, I started to cry all over again.

Fear wrapped it's big arms around me, and held me close

I walked back to my room, hands to my face, and sat down in that dark corner.
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