A few peoms... quite old... *shrugs*

[moronic_rose]

*GIVING IN*

I am not a violent person
And do not wish to fight.
My insides are
Dark
And devouring themselves.
I am screaming in
Agony, in
Hunger, in
Shame.
But you do not notice.
You do not look up.
You do not realise,
Because my mouth is
Smiling and laughing and
Warm.
But my eyes know the truth
And are cold.
This war is
Raging
Inside me;
But I am not a violent person,
And am running
Away from the fight.

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*THE BEGINNING*

In a mesmerising game
Of Russian Roulette,
I spin the barrel
And hope for the right answer.
...Although the question,
I am unsure of...
I push the gun hard
Into my soft stomach,
And slowly,
Pull back the trigger...

Click.
Tomorrow, it shall live.

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*THINKING NOT OF ME*

I can't help but laugh at you...
Does being self-centred mean that
I care only for myself?
That I would put myself
Beforeanyone else?
I wonder then, where you get that idea?
"The Disease of Vanity" -to you,
Whpo hasn't experienced...

Am I so vain?
I see you, towering over me,
Calling me self-centred.
Is that a flash of pain I
See in your eyes, across your face?
I walk into the room...
It is tense, but I can't
Comprehend why.
I am not told, yet I sense.
I sense her frustration,
Yet I know not of her name.
I feel this world is troubled.
Society needs a kick up the...

Yet I suffer in "Th Disease of Vanity"?
Why do you call me vain?
Why am I so self-centred?
I can't help but notice that
It hurts you when I laugh.
But, perhaps by writing this,
I have succumbed to your power?
No. This is not about me.
This picture is much too big.
You needed someone to attack...
And I am not self-centred.

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