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Thoughts flow in and out of my head Like the rolling tide across a beach Listlessly coming..and going.... My feet hit the floor Hard and loud The tapping, always tapping Of rubber vs. tarmack Or grass, or gravel My feet feel like heavy bags of flour My face is beaded with glistening moisture Time to think and time to ponder Life and it's endless wonders All when I'm jogging up and down The endless path, neverending Trying to reach home

I'll live in your shadows and feed on your flesh, The raging bull held inside, Who made me? Aroused by the hurt others make you feel, I'll lambaste them for you, Make them pay. Just don't expect me to take the blame, You give all your excuses, I'll hide away. Say it's my fault as much as you like, They've already given up on you, Enrage yourself more. They'll block out every word you deliver to there ears, That's when the cycle starts again, I seep out. The words tumble from you with no control, You try to catch them before they fall, What's the use? It's become expected of you to lash out, They're sick of you and your ways

Let's keep the moments forever Keep the promises too Let's walk this life hand in hand I'll walk right next to you Let's sit and watch the world go by We'll carve our own lovely view Let's live in our own little world We'll live for me and you

i know your works important, but isn't your son too? im daddys little son, but i never get to see you. you say im growing up too fast, you say i've got real tall, but when was the last time u saw me? when was my last phone call? daddy it breaks my heart so, tears flowing in your absence its hurts more then you'll ever know, but thats just it you don't. you don't realise what it's like, i'm always felling really sad, and i know its not you're fault, but i really need my dad. i really need a cuddle, so i know that you care, after a bad day with bullies, but you're never even there. i just want my dad, i've had a really bad

You ask many questions, But you know the answers. Don't you think I should Be doing something rewarding? Instead of feeling trapped, In a prison with no walls. With no-one straight-forward to talk to, Except myself. But my mutterings Don't keep me happy for long. I crave everything And get nothing, Then I try to challenge myself, And wonder if, This cabaret of life Has a fairytale ending? Or even a sordid finish. I just pray, There is no encore.

A young girl rested aginst her mothers sobbing frame. The Mother couldn't hold back her tears - another simple trip had been turned into a freak show. Little children stopped and stared, mothers looked away, whispers and glares folllowed them as people avoided this lovely little child. They couldn't see beneath her disfigurement. "Why can't they see what I see?" the mother thought, " I see a sweet innocent child, placid, with plenty of love and a gentle trusting nature, but they see an "It" a different child from the ones they know, with a distorted useless body. They can't look past this to my childs beautiful smiling face." The mother t

Being given the cold-shoulder, Seems to be my punishment, For my non-existent crime. Being left out Should sort me. After all I'm weird And obviously don't have feelings, So it's ok to spread rumours To taunt me, To crush my feelings And my face In cruel, lingering blows. Like a cat toying with a terrified mouse. Except a mouse is eventually Put out of its Misery.