Life

The very thing everyone runs from.

Life, is the very thing We run from,

Since its fury are like stabbing pins,

Hiding and closing the doors to keep from letting it in.

Scared for what might happen,

We might forget, what it means to be alive,

Over and over again.

 

Fear, always overcomes us,

And decisions are made,

We may act so brave,

But still, We'll always be afraid.

It's like, We're are Life's slaves,

Chained, wishing We, were never made.

 

Like Misplaced Dolls,

Who got stored and locked away,

Chains rattle, as We struggle to be on our way.

So instead of continuing to try, We lay.

Feeling hopeless and at bay,

For fear we always be a little Dismayed.

 

Never forgetting,

The pain Life has caused us,

For beating, and torturing, us.

We will never be normal always insane, making a fuss.

Causing damage, destruction, and Chaos.

No one can every be the same...

After Life has you under It's gain.

Author's Note

Just for those who don't know...Gain for me means under control.

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[Chelsea L. Ellsworth]

dot dot dot is all I've got to say.