Sasha Varney

What to do, what to do.
I don’t know, how ‘bout you?
You should give me a subject
And I could make a poem, I bet.
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The music flowed through my veins
Freeing me from all the pain.
As I heard the beat
I started tapping my feet.
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I scream out to the world
Hoping it would stop spinning.
I’m starting to lose my hold;
I want to stop fighting.
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I see people everyday.
My eyes deceive me, they say,
“He’s just fine. She’s okay.
They’re having a perfectly normal day.”
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The light flickered in her eyes.
She wanted to erase all the lies
She got a match and twirled around
Wishing everything would burn to the ground.
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When I was little, I used to wish to be a star,
Not wish upon a star.
Later on, I found out I couldn’t be one.
But I still thought “Wouldn’t that be fun? ”
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I look down at my hands
And thought to myself, “No one understands
The pain I went through,
The tears I’ve cried at night; no one knew
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