Rebecca Springsteen

The messages tell me sooner,

then my mind, it keeps on going low and lower.
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Why must he look at me that way?
Doesn't he know it's rude to stare?
I'm nothing special, so why do they stare?
Did I do something?
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The mountains are always high.
Laughing, I am so small to them.
They look down on me with disgust.
Rolling their eyes as I build my way up.
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I stop to think every once in awhile.
I wish I wouldn't.
You wonder why I don't have many friends.
Why, I block everyone out.
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I do not weep for people,
I cannot be in their shoes,
I cannot make it go away,
I cannot hold you up,
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Don't sit there and weep.
I don't sit in the ground asleep.
I already did my blow,
so don't put your face in the snow.
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She's finally gone.
I mean I should be happy
for her. Right?
Even when she would come up to me and
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I can't tell if there is suffering,

I can't keep the dates and records
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They are everywhere, the mask.

They make me want to scream, but he loves
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She doesn't know how to overcome.
She just watches her own life,
slip away into the past.
The children made her ride their voyages,
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She was just walking down the street.
Why did you stop her?
Was it because of your intellect?
Her big baggy black sweatshirt?
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I have nothing to say that will change your life.
I have only what god gave me.
As he gave me the bread that gives me strength.
As he gave me the memories to cherish.
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You say that your doing it for us.
Are you really?
What makes you think you know what's good for us?
Just because your older?
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She hands out papers to everyone,
expecting me to fill it out.
It's about me, so why can't I put something down?
I stare at that paper, the black typed words
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Thank you.
For all the rude comments,
the mean faces, the whispering,
the mean looks.
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He pushes my buttons.
Not all in a bad way.
He makes me want to scream.
He makes me want to slap him.
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I didn't fall down from the cliff.
I jumped and screamed all the way down.
No, I didn't mind you staring at me.
Yes, some how through the fall I thought I would die.
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I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you,
you sick judgmental fools,
when all you got is these four walls.
My mind is like a deadly disease,
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I don't want you to come back.
I don't want to be haunted.
I don't want to scream.
I don't want to cry.
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I look normal.
My mind screams.
I smile.
My heart tears.
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