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[thedevilscherub]

I just wrote a very worrisome entry. I think this poem is more fitting.

Shark

These days I visit my therapist
Just to shoot the breeze
And take my medications
As a mere precaution.

But there’s this shadow,
Like the outline of a shark,
Swimming under the surface
Of my calm blue waters.

Strangely, every now and then,
I think I’d like that shark to surface.
No one would have to die.
I’d just like a bit of hysteria

To remind everyone there’s more
To me than meets the eye-
Something still under the surface
Of what they see.

I should be ashamed:
I should want to move on
From that girl who hated so passionately,
Who had to bleed

Just to stifle her emotions.
She wasn’t someone who could
Hold a job or make friends.
But she is a survivor;
She is self-sufficient,

A shark demands fear and respect
For all the wrong reasons.
But that shark is part of me
And I will not let her go.

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(She's not gone. And she's not going to share what's wrong. Or her plans.)