Gabriel Mapati

There is a new one called Bob, or is it Rob.
His face is round just like a door knob.
He has a mop of hair that looks like a mob.
Although he is not, he acts like a snob.
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She can't seem to move her arms, legs or any muscle at all.
Her eyes blink in the bright light though she can't see anything.
Her arms feel tied up, her whole body does.
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In a room full of people, I feel alone.
Pretenders and backstabbers form a circle and block me in.
I can feel their eyes impelling through my skin.
They feel nothing but hate and disgust, they are mean.
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I scream on top of my lungs yet no sound comes out.
A real life dream I soldier through.
A shadow stalking me I look back and see.
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Reading this you will hate me.
You might even wish to slap or even kill me.
But this is how I felt and how I feel about you.
What you do from this point is of your choosing.
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Like a hen on its eggs she comforted me.
All my life such love has never been shown to me.
This kind I only received from one person.
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This was it.
Finally, my lonely candle had been lit.
I had found my soul mate.
The on to take care of my heart.
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"Give up" voices shout in my head.
Confused I am.
My innocence betrayed by chancers.
My heart trampled upon by fake love.
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Locked inside my own body.
I never thought life would treat me this way.
With my friends I live life worthlessly and recklessly.
A girlfriend I have, yet I'm still lonely.
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The dry ground thunders beneath my bare feet as I flee.
I flee from the prying eyes.
The eyes that follow me where ever I go.
Embarrassed, I feel naked.
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