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Author: Death Tastes Like Cherries
Fiction Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-10-08 - Updated: 04-10-08 - Complete - id:2502490

They all hate me...

Faceless

They all hate me

I hear it in the way they talk

They hide behind their smiles

Their tears of anger

And of joy

They’re all faceless

And cold

I can’t stand it

I guess I hide from my pain, too

For different reasons

I can’t see their faces

They’re faceless

Even the little children

They’re all well behaved

No time for laughter

Or for play

They’re all faceless, too

How could they be so cold?

What have they been told?

I know they’re in pain

My heart cries out for them

It hurts

That there is so much unhappiness

I’m too “busy” to help

I can’t do a thing

I’m hiding from pain

I hide in my room

Consumed by my gloom

I tried of hiding

They need a hero

But I’ve been hurt so much

Already……

I look in the mirror

And I can't see anything at all



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