

Games We're still playing the same games. The lies, the masks, they control us. It's been three years now since we started this game. We had almost stopped. Never. Because you're the only one who understands my mask, and I'm the only one who understands yours. You're the only one who still acknowledges my mask, who can take it off and put it on without trouble, who can talk to it as plainly as you talk to me. And I'm the only one who analyzes your mask, who can remind you of its malice, who can enjoy its company as much as I enjoy yours. But it's just a game. We both know that it's just a game.Games by ~becbecmuffin
But I'm allowed to still be a child.


Broken. Life is so...different...from what it was. It used to be so easy. So simple. But things changed. People changed. I can't tell you how many times I've been broken this year. By the same people. Over and over and over again. And they don't know that they're the reason for my pain. They'll never know. I'll never let them. They never meant it. But they've hurt me. I've heard the words spoken behind my back. I've felt the echoes of apologies left unsaid. I've felt the sting of secrets and lies. And he's hurt me. I've listened to his problems. I've helped him find the girl, get the girl, win the girl. Why can't I be that girl? And you've hurt me. IBroken. by ~becbecmuffin


Escape It hurts.Escape by ~becbecmuffin
This raging rodeo of rampant emotion,
of desecrated devotion,
of soulless erosion
of my heart and mind,
and I can't seem to find
a way out of this daily grind,
this deadly fight.
It hurts.
The desperate abyss of pain
that puts such a strain
on my fragile state
that I can't evaluate
my ability to communicate
the way I feel
when my mind reels
and my heart seals
itself off.
It hurts.
The inexplicable high
that I try
to get by,
but I can't find my way
through each crazy day
because the joy just doesn't stay,
and I dread
the moment my head
spirals back to insanity.
It hurts.
This roller-coaster ride
of sha


The Hated World It's not easy to live in a world that hates us.The Hated World by ~becbecmuffin
When we're struggling to stay alive
because we're dying
and no one seems to hear us crying
and we tell ourselves it will be alright.
But we're lying.
When we're knocked down
because we stood tall,
because we knew all,
because we wouldn't fall.
When we're stripped clean
of our heat and soul,
our silver and gold,
our diamonds and coal.
It's not easy to live in a world that hates us.
When we're filled with pollution
because you can't find a solution
to your ill-mannered contributions.
When we're forced away
to make room,
and spell doom,
and "come back soon."
But we won't com
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