It scares me, its trapped within me and i can never let it go. I hate it, every day it just stares at me and taunts me and sometimes i just can't take it. "go away" I yell but it doesn't answer. "Leave me alone" but it doesn't listen. "please" I beg, but it cant to anything. I look up and a mirror stands before me showing me my reflection, i bang my fists on the glass and whisper "Why?". The only thing scarier than anything is the monsters within yourself.

I was taught like this. I was taught to believe in the words of god and see his wisdom, but somehow i can't. I can't imagine myself praying and hoping for change when there is none. how could i? I want to live freely and my way. But I don't know what they'll say. Momma, poppa, i'm sorry for thinking differently. I'm sorry i'm not disciplined, i'm sorry i'm not like the others, i'm sorry I cant follow a herd. I feel so strange and unaccepted, I feel as though I don't matter because of something so small I know i'm so young, and I know i'm stubborn, but this is what I am. I am different.

I stood by your side

I was your friend wasn't I

But now i'm all alone

I remember the day i said i wouldn't cry if you found another to love

To hold, to smile to, to be with

But look at me now

All broken up

shattered into a million parts with only me to collect the mess

Its my fault I guess I got to attached

Too used to seeing you

To used to thinking that you would stay with em

But i guess that is it

And i'm alone

Will I compare you to a summer day?

You are so amazing and so simple

The spring breeze shakes the buds of the upcoming blossoms

And summers don't last long enough 

Sometimes the sun is too hot

And it is often darkened by clouds

And everything beautiful stops being beautiful when it dies

By chance or by natures design

But your summer will always remain the same

And your beauty shall always remain 

Death will not brag as you walk in the underworld

Once you are in these lines

As long as men live and can see

This poem will keep your beauty alive

I live in a small home, we have a white picket fence and a big oak tree papa painted our house blue and mama has a vegetable garden on the left side of our house. I sit on my swing under the oak tree, its never really bright with the smog everywhere, Papa said that it all became like this after a bomb hit, he said that i should never go outside of our "happy zone" the happy zone is what our house is in, its big and looks like an upside down fish bowl, papa calls it a dome and it keeps all of the bad stuff out. I once saw a man banging on the outside of it, his clothes were torn and his hair was messy he was so thin I could see every bone in his body, papa said that I should leave him be. I once asked mama why our fence was white and our house was blue, she said it reminded her of the sky. I was confused because the sky is always dark or brownish, she chuckled and told me that before the bomb the sky was blue and it was so beautiful and that the sunlight would heat up her face as she would tend her garden. I don't get it tho, I push back and fourth on my swing it gets lonely sometimes with just me and papa and mama, sure I have Aron my little brother, but he can barely walk. I look at the exit of our "happy zone" a steel door that is shut tight. Papa goes outside from time to time exploring and he sometimes brings things back for me. I turn around, mama is calling me inside. Its just another day in my home.

He walks around darkness following, the men hide, the women cry, and the children dare not speak a word. The world has tipped into a hole of chaos, trees die, crops dare not grow, the rain doesn't fall all in fear of the king. He kills any one or anything that gets in his way, legend has it he tore open a young boy who didn't get away quick enough. An evil grin ever present on his face as he looks around in joy, a world spread with anarchy, no rules to protect those weaker than him, no rules prohibiting him from using all of his power. Walking into the castle, past the frightened staff and into the throne room, his black boots making echos with every step he takes, his cape stained with blood and dirt drags behind him as he makes his way to the throne. He sits down and smiles, nothing made a world seem so peaceful to him, the only peace of mind he wanted, all he wanted was corruption.