Meghan S.E Newton

A plethora of teeth and happiness erupts explosively from your face,
Concealing ever so effectively, the struggle of your grace,
Inside your soul the foundations are withering away,
An inevitable downfall that effects you each and every day,
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As I prematurely stand face-to-face with God at the gates of heaven,
Maybe he'll realise I'm not an utter disgrace and my sins shall be forgiven,
Or maybe he'll see through my fake smiles that have ultimately brought me here,
And he will find no better excuse to shun me to the Kingdom of Fear,
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Lounging in the palace slumber with no significant meaning,
The princess waits patiently for her brother's upheaving,
But for that she shall be waiting for the rest of her endulgent life,
Proving only to be useful in becoming a royal wife,
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Losing control but it's my own fault,
How could I allow my emotional blockades to dissolve?
A perilous weather has doomed on my soul,
The madness inside me has began to unfold,
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There is evil within me; it is deep within my roots,
A nothingness, a tyrant, an inconspicious crook,
I beg of you to understand and justify my needless sin,
You would feel the same with an addiction to a blade across your skin,
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A mirage of confusion,
Biotechnological fusion,
A way of feeling like you are no longer human,
Devoid of emotions,
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