Lock&Key
Sometimes I cry for the people we will never be.
But that’s only because I’m fifteen.
I think I should laugh.
Those people, who will never exist, they will never suffer.
That kind, honest child I could have been;
She can stay that way.
That broken, weak victim I could be;
She can stay away for the moment.
That hero image I can attain;
She will be untouched and untainted.
I dare not be any of these.
Corruption is my fear, and my fear my handicap.
The only problem is…when I lock those pieces away,
When I cease to accept those people I could be,
I…lose myself.
Unspoken Wish
There is a certain skip to my heart when I whisper the word, “Glory”.
Triumph
You know, I like that smirk on your face.
It suits your sad little personality.
Just watch; for every time I trip,
I will smile that much more
When I am on top of the world.
Apology to God
Who needs God when you have found your own path to eternity?
Why rely on that which we cannot see?
God loves those who rely upon Him,
But I will never love myself for being dependent
On anything.
So no offense God, or Allah, or whoever,
It’s nothing personal—
Or maybe it’s all personal –
But I’m roughing it in this hellhole.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Another Apology to God
Well. If you are there, if you are really there,
I think I’m going to apologize again.
You must love getting poems like this.
But I suppose you can’t be the serious,
Angry quackjob some people paint you to be,
But I definitely can’t see you as all merciful and forgiving.
People describe you funny.
I think you’re just…
Well, I actually don’t like to think about you.
It’s a concept a little too over my head.
If you’re God, I suppose you don’t have a personality.
If you did…well, I’ve got a few things to say to you.
But anyway, here’s my final answer:
No.
If you are there, don’t help me,
Don’t watch over me.
I am blessed, and I am lucky, I know.
Go to the unfortunate,
The children of the nations
Who struggle on their own.
They need you— if you are there.
Just leave me be.
I’ll find my way down this path.
I will be fine.
I really don’t need your help.
Oh, and the Devil?
Tell him to expect me in his domain
Some years from now.
By the stories,
He sounds like a riot.
Expect Me
I’m willing to fabricate a lie about myself, if it will make you happy. But don’t expect me to trust you. Don’t expect anything from me if you expect me to pretend. If I decide to run a stake through you as I point to the endless sky, don’t be surprised. Maybe I’ll do it with a smile. Maybe I won’t. But you would, wouldn’t you, if you just let me be?
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A/N: A different side of the same schoolgirl.
