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Voices
It takes over my body,
My face masks my fear,
The heart says to confront it,
But I don’t know what to feel.
I’d love to be a normal kid,
But it’s not in my hands,
Little Lucifer inside me says,
‘Just hurry and let this story end’.
Everyone around me,
Doesn't notice my blur,
The anticipation of ending,
Is my only cure.
No room for recreation,
All my time is for hesitation,
I cannot control,
What the stars behold,
And even though my life is “great”,
I'm crumbling under my own fate.
My face masks my fear,
The heart says to confront it,
But I don’t know what to feel.
I’d love to be a normal kid,
But it’s not in my hands,
Little Lucifer inside me says,
‘Just hurry and let this story end’.
Everyone around me,
Doesn't notice my blur,
The anticipation of ending,
Is my only cure.
No room for recreation,
All my time is for hesitation,
I cannot control,
What the stars behold,
And even though my life is “great”,
I'm crumbling under my own fate.
Published 24th Feb 2013
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24th Feb 2013 1:19am
24th Feb 2013 1:41am
24th Feb 2013 4:22am
24th Feb 2013 9:03pm
Well, the 'great' over exaggerates the fact that I don't believe my life to be as great as everyone else thinks it is, therefore I'm crumbling under my own pressure to play along.
