Trixie Dust

Trixies in the Wind
2002-06-19 20:01:42 (UTC)

Another one of Trika's Poems...

Privacy, or so I thought
I decided to be brave...
Or rather, not
So I decided to run
But no where to hide
I cant escape
Whats eating me alive
No where to run
No where to hide
I cant even breathe
Much less try
To live a live
Normal and complacent
I cant even think
Confused by the voices in the basement
All the voices in my head
Some contain hope
Most contain dread
Trying to sort out whats going on
But the words die in my throat
And are gone
I want a hero to save me
I want to be brave
But I cant stand here
And expect to be saved
I must fight my battles
I must win this war
Stop being idle
Start evening the score
I must be brave
I must be strong
Come out of my cave
And fight them head-on
Stand my ground, win my fight
Then I can be complacent and calm


6/19




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