Category : Poems

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When i dream in the end they all seem to point back into one dissapointing location. The one location that i should imbrace but instead i run away from, in fear maybe? Or maybe because i hate that part of myself. People look at me and see what i want them to. the part of me that isnt me at all. The memories that ive been holding back for so long are the memories that lead me into this location. The location that i want so despratly to get out of but when i do the traffic of the world comes flowing from all directions at once. Trapping me in a cage like a cowardly animal. And i stay there because i know if i move im going to get ran over and if i stay maybe someone will pick me up look at me and want to keep me.but yes they find me and sure they keep me for a while but not in the way i want them too they dont love they just use. Always useing never caring deeply. When i used to dream. I dreamed of happy things of life in the future. Now all my dreams have is monsters cause thats.all they are is monsters. The things we all as children fear like the boogie man or the noise under your bed or in your closet. Or the feeling that someone is following you but its just the floors creaking. But noatter how hard i try to deter from thinking these things the more intense they get. I try to run but im never fast enough. I always hode but am never clever enough,these monsters are what kill me they haunt my memories.