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I have a name and I take all the wrong chances

I have a name and I take all the wrong chances.
I have lots of great friends and one bad one.
I love to read but sometimes I think it might be easier if I didn't.
I'm always loud and I wish that I was either loud in a better way or quiet.
I like my eyes.
Sometimes I stay up late and read with a flashlight under the covers.
And sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I wish I was a dog, or a rabbit or mouse.
I would risk choking on my own words if it meant that I could put certain ones back into my mouth and let other ones flow out with more confidence than I posses.
I have been told that I am domineering, rude, and a bad friend.
I love romance movies and letters and blank pages.
I believe I may have been born into the wrong time period.
When I'm home alone I sing, and loud.
And when I sing I play. The piano. Songs.
And I make sure all the windows are closed.
I'm awkward around new people.
I hate change, except for paint colors on walls, they don't bother me really.
I think I overreact, but I don't know if other people think I do. I hope they don't because I can't stand people who are melodramatic.
I know people who know me but don't understand me. I have friends who do both.
And someone out there understands me but doesn't know me.
And the one thing I would actually go for in life is not in a position to be gone for.
And today I decided I'm tired of being strong.

Absence

It's a long awaited freedom but also a sadness
It's terror and crying but also it's gladness
This feeling is new but I'm glad that I feel it
And you can only control it when you know how to deal it
So take a few lessons on being a cardshark
But whatever you do don't play guns in the dark.
Because ready or not, all gifts leave a mark.

Mortal Mask

I think I should start referring to you as them
Since you seem to have trouble settling on a personality.
But, then, I'm not one to be lecturing....
I play the same game as you.
We all do.
It was the kind of building that was so medical and quiet that even the slightest whisper would have caused people to stare. It made her want to shout and defy. It also made her want to hide in the shadows and never speak again.
No one's ever been the conversation initiator like that. I'm always the question asker.
You have a decent reply to everythig.
It's crazy.
The mirror showed her herself, with rosy cheeks from the bonfire, tearstained. Her face was broken in half, two separate identities. Her right grinned maniacally back at her, the smile accompanied by gashes on her cheek bleeding freely. Deep, dark, thick, deceptive, insane. Left side, mouth was frozen open with a sob (never spoken). Eyes narrowed, glinting, dangerous. Jaw set. In the middle of her mouth her face contorted disgustingly, the price of indecision.