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Fake

The moon rises, I feel fake. The sun falls, I'm still fake. What am I? Who am I? I don't recognize the face in the mirror. It's me, but it's not? Who are you?

I'm seeing things, but I'm blind. My heart is open, but it is chained, broken, and closed off from humanity. My mind is an open book, yet it is so full of secrets.

Who am I? Why am I here? I beg for answers, yet I don't speak with my tongue. My eyes are my soul, but what's to be seen? Where was the real me when I needed it? Where has it gone?

Perhaps I am crazy to think I had a real me. Perhaps I was just raised to be an actor. Raised with a mask.

I am not me, though I still see myself. I see through blind eyes, and hear on deaf whispers. I speak through mute tongues, and I think through fogged silence.

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Living In Hurt

It hurts to live with the person that hurts you. It makes you tired. Tired of living, of trying to get out or escape. It feels like drowning in a sea of never-ending agony.

It is like understanding a pain only specifically unique to you, a pain of which nobody else will ever understand. It feels like suffocating in your own personally designed hell, created to ensure you get what you "deserve" just for existing.

Perhaps it was a mother that abandoned you, or a father that beat you to no end. Perhaps he would bring in things that were nice or fun, only to tell you that you were never allowed to have or use those things. They might say, "It was for your own good" or "I was trying to protect you."

But we know that those lies were never the real truth we wanted. They were just the sweet, honey like sugar we were given to remain under their control.

It's painful, and it makes you want to stay away from the world. It makes you want to lock yourself in an unbreakable box and throw away the key so that you will never be reached again. It hurts to know that life will bring you to be used or neglected, to be bullied or shamed for being you.

It hurts to know that you'll always live in and around the hurt. To be living, in pain.

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Mazes And Roses

The wind gently blew as I walked through the maze. The leaves of the hedge walls were a dark yet healthy green, bringing the false promise of hope to leave the it so soon. The leaves of the giant green walls carried beautiful yellow roses amongst them, which had a mesmerizing beauty like I had never seen in a flower. The flowers would have been deemed perfect if it weren't for the pungent smell of rotting flesh emitting from them.

The smell was vile and suffocating, only seeming to get more unpleasant and sickening the further into the maze you went. Days have gone by since I woke up stranded in the maze. "Who brought us here?" I wonder on a constant level. I have no hint or clue as to why I was brought here. Terrifying creatures roam in the day, and in the night, I fear they become the most horrifying thing to exist on this planet.

Faces of animals all mauled and nearly unrecognizable. Blood oozing from their pores like water falling from the clouds in the sky. Some with no eyes, others with extra limbs or heads. Mouths were in strange places, like their chests or stomachs. Their teeth were large in number, each one just as sharp or sharper than the last.

Using any form of non-magical weapon wouldn't work, but using too much magic would either weaken my body or kill me. It's been a few days since I've eaten anything, and the monsters seem to be the only form of nourishment. It's terrifying.

I feel like a mouse being chased by a litter of hungry kittens, each one more desperate to catch and kill me than the last. As I was stuck in my thoughts, a large growl could be heard from nearby. The moment I heard it, I snapped out of my little trance, fear filling my body and causing the hair on my neck to bristle.

At this moment, I had to think fast, or else I would die. So in a moment of terror, I used what magic power I had to create a hole in the ground, the large rock filled dirt I had dug up now floating in the air. I quickly put my hands in the large hedge walls of the maze, pulling out as many sticks, twigs, and leaves as I could so that I could make the trap.

The moment the trap was finished was like a miracle, because as soon as I had finished it, the creature I had heard growling came rushing from around the corner ahead of me, and stared dead into my baby blue eyes. That stare had made me realize the most crucial thing about this very moment.

No matter what I tried, no matter what I did, this nightmare wouldn't end. This hell I had been put into, would never stop. This nightmare, this hellish world, would be my fate for eternity.

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Chained

I am chained to the very earth I walk, the metal so heavy it makes it difficult to stand. The metal is cold. It is colder and crueler than the ones that put me here. It's so dark. It strikes terror into my heart.

I can practically taste the agony radiating off of everyone here. I look inside myself to distract me from it. However, I am pulled back by memories of pain and sorrow.

I fear that it is a darkness within. A darkness I fear no man nor woman can kill. It is a darkness built on fear and greed. It is a power that can freeze one in time and irrationalize everything they know.

It is a will that changes the thoughts and feelings of others. I fear there is no cure for this darkness. So here I will remain, chained.

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I Hate You

I understand I’m not the one for you, but my heart yearns so. I wish I could change that, so I could truly know. I feel so empty and pointless when you are not around. I feel as if nothing matters, like my world came crashing down.

I hate that I fell in love with you, because I fear all love itself. I run from it at first sight, and never seek any help. I wish I could end it, the thing I call a heart. These emotions are stupid, but til death do us part.

I hate the way I love you, I hate the way you laugh. It makes me feel things I never thought I have. I hate how I think of you no matter what I do. I hate how I hate you, and there’s nothing I can do. My love for you must be a lie, because I’m not smart with it. I take whatever heart I’m given, and throw it into the dump.

I hate the way I love you, but not because of you. I know that I can’t hate you, because there’s nothing for you to do. My hatred is towards myself, for falling like a fool.

I’m sorry that I hate you, so forgive me if you can. I do not expect it though, nor for you to lend your hand. I love you and I hate you, so please just go away. I love you and I hate you, my darkened heart’s display.