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Its Me...Sorry

Sometimes they seem to care, its only for a little bit, usually their eyes

just stare, as inside my head i throw a fit. you think you will understand,
you wont, you'll look into my eyes n grasp my hand, please dont. just

leave me alone, i try always to be nice, then they brake me to my bones,

and i start to think twice. but thinking is a waste of time, so i just sit n

stare, in my head their voices start to chime, because then they care. if

you could get inside my head, you'd feel my feeling of dead, from all the

shit people done n said, even if its not reality i still see blood so red. I've

stopped listening, then you whisper my name, my eyes r glossed n

glistening, as i feel so much shame. why cant u just stop, really look at

me, you'll see my invisible tears drop, as you go insane saying this cant

be. really take a good look, because what your seeing is real, you didn't write no book, so u don't know how i feel. i cant talk, i don't know how to put

everything into words, so my mind wanders and walks, as nothing you

said was heard. you can watch but youll never see, becus the person u

think u see is an illusion, no one will ever understand me, as i watch

madly at ur confusion. down pours the rain, as i feel so much pain, its

deeply scarred inside my brain, and yes i do feel like im insane, as i sit

and watch it gather more n more its gained
Audrey O'shea
Wednesday, July 19, 2006

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