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Like the plague, like the flu.


I'm like the plague, like a flu.


I may not be perfect, we all know that's true.

I'm like the plague, like a flu.



I've heard I'm read like a book.

Stories of my life, from my face are took.

Perhaps there right, but they've never known.

The thoughts I think on my own.

I've carved my flesh in many a hateful word.

You may find this unbelievable, absurd.

But I'm fantastic at keeping secrete's, trust me- I don't lie.

Behind frozen lips, my tongue will cry.

I'll laugh, I'll play.

But I'm sorry, I can't tell you how I'm feeling today.

If I told you, you would run.

Becasue it would be anything but fun.

Don't believe me, you haven't been there, you wouldn't know.

The things people have done, when I've opened my heart and let it show.

So maybe next time, when I want to be left alone.

I'll give you a taste of what my heart has done.

But until then, let's laugh and pretend were having fun.

Because it will be a while before I'm done.

I can promise I will make you smile.

But I won't tell you inside, I'm feeling vile.

I'm so much like those other creatures.

The one's with broken hearts and torn features.

You call them cutters, say there nothing like you.

But at home you cry, it's nothing new.

You'll blame the others, you'll blame me.

I'll feel your pain and take it personally.

Don't fear me, I can't do any harm.

There's no need for alarm.

Within my darkness there is a sign.

But don't worry I'll be fine.

This lonliness, is nothing new.

I'm like the plague, like a flu.

We can laugh, and we can play.

But I'm sorry, I won't tell you how I'm feeling today...



Life is terrible, when it's all inside.

But I can't help but hide.

You don't know me, so don't pretend.

Don't worry, I'll be nice and be your friend.



Forget this poem, my new found friend.

It will all be okay in the end.

And don't fret, the end is near.

I can see it, just up ahead, just there.

******** the tunnel, it ain't real.

I'm taking my own way out- watch me kneel.

To the floor, to the ground.

My blood is pouring, there's no sound.

No I won't let you hear my screams.

For those are only in my dreams.

This death I experience every day....

I guess I'll just say.

I'm empty from my insides out.

You'll never know what this is all about.

******** me and my vile interior.

******** you and your vile exterior.



We can laugh and we can play...

But I'm sorry I won't tell you how I feel today.