The Dog

There was darkness. A noise, followed by a light, and another noise that came with more light.
And there was light again.
This time it was snaller and more focused` she couldn't leave the door open. Someone might see her.
not to metion that the light from outside wouldn't be sufficiant, probably. But she was used to low-light conditions, so it didn't matter. Just a waste of thought.
This small light lit up the room. You could see everything, from the messy floor to the messy desk she was standing next to. But there was one cornor that was still sarrounded by shadows.
It- actually, they, she thaught- were kind of her pet; an experement gone wrong just right. She talked to them, not sure if they understood; but even if they did, she never got an answer from them. But then again, a dog doesn't respond to his master. It just does as it's told.
She bagan orginizing her stuff on the only empty space. If a dog does it, why should her pet do otherwise?
All of what she had thought till now was about to change. And she was going to be punished severly for those thoughts. For thinking she could ever own them.
Because the truth was, it was the very opposite.
And she was the dog.
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I just want to leave room for sighing.

Hurts.

I know that what I did was wrong. God damn it, I came and apologized! I hate apologizing!

And you said that I said that… you twisted it totally! I know that I can be mean, very mean. But I also know where I stop, and that is definitely not what I said!!!

And you know, maybe sometimes I'm way to much mean. Maybe it's because so much time the world got a chance to be mean to me and now I'm mean to the world. Maybe it's just me. But it hurts, you know? Every time you shout about those little things that are so dumb, every time I make a mistake and nobody takes the time to listen and let me explain. It hurts.

I know that I sometimes disrespect the people whom I care about the most. I don't know why! I wish I did, and I cry when I think about every thing I must've done to people, but I don't know why I do it, and it just comes and goes! And that’s what hurts the most.

And I'm crying now, 'cause I just realized every thing I've done.

Lets go.

WHAT ever you want, sir," said the face in the mirror. "You want a slave? Yes sir. Of course, sir."
How would that face be able to last in the next few days? Not to mention the months and years ahead.
"Ok." Deep breath. "Let's go."

In The Middle

He shoutes, She laughs, and I calm them down.

He looks, She closes her eyes, and I ask them to forgive.

He sings, She screams, and I can't listen anymore.

He fights, She makes fists, and I'm trying to keep you apart.

YOU TWO ARE THE SAME

and I'm the middle.

Full of Questions. No Answers.

I'm afriad.

Who am I? Why am I like this? Does this mean I'm a freak?

I'm not gonna listen to anybody.(lalalalalalalalalalalala.) You have NO IDEA what I'm going through.

And I'm afraid.

And I'm alone.

What does this mean about me? What I do?

Am I one of THEM? It sounds so wierd, but it's a real question. And I can't seem to answer it.

And I'm so alone.

I don't know myself anymore. I've grown to be an odd person, and I'm proud of that- I don't want to be normal. But this... this is TO MUCH. I want to be able to be part of the mainstream to. Not to be insignificant, but to be able to BE insignificant if I wanted to. To be just part of the crowd sometimed. Not to always be onstage, the center of everything.

And God, I'm so afraid.

I'm so alone. so, so, SO alone.

It's scaring the hell out of me.

My mouth tastes like orange. That fruit that I love so much.

What to I love? What am I atrracted to?

And I'm alone again.

Broken, shattered,

I'M ALONE. So freaking alone.

I wish you'd see the pain in my eyes, and that you'd see the surprise, and that you'd see the tears that never fell down

I wish you'd see the pain in my eyes, and that you'd see the surprise, and that you'd know how deep I was buried in the ground / see, By Me