Taressa Dunham Poems

I gave up my chance to let them fall
I gave up my chance to be free of their burden
Now i sit here, trying to cry those old tears
My eyes sting
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That can't be me-
The girl in the mirror.
But she has my hair, my mouth, my rosy cheeks.
The only differences are her eyes.. And the blood.
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The monster is fighting me
From the inside
Tearing at the seams
And doing anything to get out
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Some think of 'direction' as a big word with many letters.
It is, but not how they might think.
It is a big, powerful word.
Think of it as the directions of life.
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My mask is there to hide me
And also to show what I will not.

The red is for the violence my life has been privy to,
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Painful dreams
Dark, scary nights.
Blankets wrapped around my ankles
Like hands of steel set on never letting go.
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You hold my hand
Just as you hold my heart
You're nice to me
Nicer than the others.
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