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From the shadows of darkness and raving beauty I emerge,
yet my duty here has never been genuinely revealed.
Instead I've been clouded once and again by the pollution of other's words,
I've been deceived and ripped apart from what I dared to call my own.

Still the immunity I seek I do not find,
maybe I'm not worthy of it's skill and overcoming might.
But no one is worthy of the morbid knives that puncture my self image,
no one is worthy of suffering with in your own self doubt.

I've seen the stomping of dreams,
I've felt the icing chill that goes through your back when reality strikes,
I know the feeling of over analyzing everything,
and concluding yourself at absolutely nothing.

Always having to mold yourself into what others think you should be,
always trying to be in control,
always putting a smile on your face,
always pretending to be ok...even at the last shred of your sanity.