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| In the middle of a crowd I see the world safe in my numbers peaceful in my chaos Noises, commotion, fights and play sleeping in the thunder of other peoples lives.. Safe, protected by the herd Never been an individual well not that I could see, My world was full, of people just like me. I could hide in the mass disappear for ages, if I wished and I mainly I did, I was never really missed. One crowd� Two groups We are divided...in a way But we are the same And we are one..and we are many Is this good for me? Now in the quiet I hear the silence and it disturbs me I need them all� without them who am I? I�m not sure if there is enough of me, To make a whole I�ve never been alone I�ve never been an individual to the outsiders yeah sure I am, I look strong, but it�s a joke They don�t see the armor that I wear It protects me...makes me invisible and allows me to be seen They are many�yet we are one How do we separate and stay complete. Will I disappear forever? Will I bee seen Can I face the world without them? I don�t want to�. I�m scared Come back ..Come back� I�m not ready to go Come back and give me what I need With them I feel whole, Though it is quiet dysfunctional I know If we were one we would be on medication, To rid us of them that lurk in the shadows But we are nine� I don�t know how to be one. I was six.. and now.. I feel like none. The grip is falling, the cord disappears, and I am frightened...alone with my fears |
| Okay we fight; yes� they fight all the time What separates a clan from a rabble? I belong to that rabble; it�s made up of me And the likeness's that I see Go away� Go away� let me be I want to be alone, dismembered and free The group is dissolving, right before my eyes, I can not hold it any longer, I weep as it dies The sound is called fear. Come back Come back. Let me be me I want to see who you are, So I can be free If I don�t like you.. does that make me bad? If you scare me, does that make me a weak? Can I stand on this earth? Without this group at my feet? I thought that they, The family, this lot Would always be there No matter how hard it got We�d fight it and flee but in the morning when headaches are gone I would see them behind me As strong as a tree. I hate to admit it I loathe them on sight but I need each one of them To make me feel right. I cry in the sadness That they don�t really care They have grown up and gone And I�m alone standing bare. Now the time has arrived for the first time in my life I stand here alone Completely from sight I don�t feel so special When they�re gone from my side I feel a bit frightened I�ve no where to hide. We are supposed to be family but there is always the pain I�m tired of the act I feel alone and not sane So why do I persist? With this difficult charade? Say good bye and let it rest along with the pain. � Geni-inaBottle 98 |
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