"I am someone. I walked past a dead face even though the person was alive. I saw my eyes in the mirror and cried at the sight. I looked at a person I didn't know and I met a friend. I got heads to turn when I walked past. I learned a lot about myself when I lost a new friend. I cried every tear in my body when I thought about love. I heard terrible things about myself when no one thought I was listening. I realized I was strong when I didn't cry when it hurt. I found out who I was when I was with someone else. I thought I was lost forever when a friend found me. I am still someone." - by Annastasia Aressia

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Dreaming

Pain,
it was preparation for my destiny.
Make it go away.
What’s wrong with me?
I look in the mirror
and all I see is failure in my eyes
and a heart full of pain.
Panic inflicts my face.
Fear creeps in the corner.
Every step I take,
I feel like I’m becoming
someone I don’t want to be,
someone I’ve been avoiding for so long.
It’s like I’m drowning in this misery.
How can this happen?
Where did everything go wrong?
Running, I’m frantically looking
for a way out of this dark alley.
But all the doors are locked
with no keys in sight.
The walls are closing in
so I’m running out of time.
I can't be in here much longer.
Or else.. or else I'm caught.
Caught up in these prison walls for good.
A nobody i will be labeled with. But.
A somebody is what I want to be.
Gasping for air,
I awake terrified but relieved.
Failure can’t be my option.
I can’t give up striving,
swimming in Lake Success.

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