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Unrelenting

I hurt... I long for what I can't have.

I want to touch the untouchable.

I want to hold it in my arms and be held.

I want to stare into the eyes and  know that there is a connection that goes beyond just the physical world.

I can't have it and it hurts.

Once again I place a mask on my face, a mask that smiles and laughs during the appropriate times but underneath simmers an unquenchable anger.

But I place a mask on my face, a mask that betrays nothing, a mask that shows nothing of what I truely feel,

I let people see only what I want them to see, a weak little girl, with no defense against an attack.

Oh but they are wrong, for what lies beneath the mask is a rage deep, dark, and unrelenting.

So go ahead, play your game, play the game your way because I see your hand.

I am playing your hand against you and in my favor. Just watch. While your world is crashing down around you I will sit idly by and smile with satisfaction because as they say...

Karma's a bitch sometimes.

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  • doyouloveit
    May 29, 2007
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    keep writing

    you speak the truth of what so many feel on the inside and you are right karma is a bitch


  • Sweetangelgrace
    April 3, 2007
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    I thought this was very interesting writes from you...U have very good way with words which mentally and emotionally portrays what U was interpreting and implying to the readers.
    I can understand the pain that you feel but as we go along in this crazy world, is that we should never stop trying, living, laughing, loving, or learning...


    ~~grace~~


  • Muirghiel
    March 27, 2007

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    Yeah she is.

    This is one of life's hardest lessons. When something is withheld from us, it's usually for a damned good reason. Maybe we're just not ready yet. Or, perhaps, by our longing for it and not actually having it, we are learning something from our lacking. It's one of those things we only know in hindsight, if at all.

    But perhaps, by wearing the mask, we do ourselves a disservice. Sustaining injury we do not need to tolerate. For by retaining this anger and this bitterness we fill ourselves with negative energy; this in turn builds up more negative energy. We place ourselves in danger, so I must ask: is that right?