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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Personal · #994534
this poem is about the struggle i have with myself.
"I want to die.",
that's the only thought I have left now
Like a mearianette,
Chain-like strings extend from my hands
up into the sky
, controlled by something worst than hell.

She is my enemy...yet I am just like her.

She speaks for me
Her words, not mine
spoken through my mouth, from hers

...My thoughts you never hear.

Like a mime, she performs
Not to be heard, only to be seen
...silent.
But I hear...
what she wants.
More than power, more than controll,
I know what She desires
even more than my destruction.

I walk through the empty streets,
of what used to be my home.
but now a stage.
A stage where I play the lead
and she's the director.
where I act out ever scene ,
without flaw
you buy it,because you don't know me
The real me, and for every trial I face
,all you'll never see, is her the enemy.
the one who pulls the strings of my imprisonment
, that makes me walk, run, speak.

She is the ultimate ventriloquest
, and I her Mareanette.

I don't know
, If I will survive
The fall
, but I have to try.

As I cut the strings one by one
, I have a thought.
Unsure if it's my own
, but still a thought.
"I don't care if I die", I think.
as the last string breaks
, and I fall into the Dark Abyss.


I have always hated her, Because I am the enemy.


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