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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
You're the Villian, The Monster

You're the Villian, The Monster

A Poem by C.

I'm a mess,

I'm depressed,

I can barely see straight-

my tears are blurring everything.


I hold on tight,

and I, try to fight,

but you push me down,

and I hit the ground.


And all I need to know,

is why you, had to go?

You left me all alone, on my own.

To suffocate, on all your hate.


Was it because of,

the feelings I had?

Because I swear if it's that,

well, damnit I take it all back.


'Cause this has brought me too much pain,

oh, my eyes have never rained,

quite this much before-

it burns to blink, and my eyes are sore.


Oh, I can't take this anymore,

but I can't bring myself to close the door-

on you. Even though I know I'm through,

I can't keep my mind off you.


And I try to stop it, try to refrain,

but I can't stop the pain,

from flowin' through my veins,

you drive me insane.


It's the words, that you refuse to say,

that keep me strung along, day by day,

can't take the mind games,

you love to play.


You're a villan, and you know it.

You try to hide it,

but still you show it,

too bad I didn't know it-


you, were hiding behind,

those big brown eyes,

and I was fooled,

by the monster inside of you.


I never had a clue,

of what you were plannin' to do,

and now I'm left to wonder where it went wrong,

was it my fault?


Well, no I will not let you,

put all this on me-

I wont be stuck in fake shame,

because it's really you who's to blame-


But, I'll tell you this,

I won't ever be the same,

'cause you've seemed to stain,

everyone of my good days,


so your memory remains,

constantly, in my brain.

© 2011 C.


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It has a great flow, and a wonderful story.

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