Looking Through My Eyes, Kayla Stiles [top young adult novels txt] 📗
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And await your doom.
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4/10/12
Do you see what I see,
When I look in the mirror?
NO!
Do you see the pain I feel,
Every time you turn from me?
Never!
You can never know me
As well as you think you do.
For how could you
When you’re gutless and cursed?
How could you possibly
See what I see every day,
When you don’t even care?
You can never see me
For who I am.
For who I am,
Is a deadly monster
That will kill you
With one glance into my eyes.
These cold, heartless eyes
That I open every morning
And close every night.
You could never see
The monster that I truly am,
For angels only see goodness.
They never see the truth.
All of you believe in nothing but the good!
Why do you never see things
For what they really are?
It’s all an illusion you see.
This beautiful creature that you think is me
Really is just a mirage.
It’s all a big façade.
In truth, I’m a monster.
I try to be there for people,
Try to love others,
So as to cover up my many flaws,
To hide my inadequacies.
I’m a selfish being who would,
More than likely, in the event of the choice
Between my life,
And the life of another,
I’d take the life of another…
Because I’m just that mean…
I don’t trust myself,
And I don’t love myself.
These are my unknown secrets…
I’m a monster.
Don’t trust me…
Why Am I Crying?Why am I Crying?
5/12/14
11:53 pm
Why am I crying? For some stupid reason again?
Or for a good reason for once?
Why do these tears threaten to slip from my glossy eyes,
And trickle down my cheeks?
I feel pain inside… For reasons untold.
I feel pain outside… For feelings unseen.
I feel loss, and despair, and a darkening of my thoughts.
But what for? What brought this on today?
Is it the loneliness that I feel?
That which only is risen by the lack of contact?
Is it the sorrow that’s seemingly gripped my soul
With a cast-iron clench?
Or is it something else?
Something unforeseen and untold of?
I don’t know anymore.
I know I feel alone, but for why I cannot tell.
I know I feel empty, hollow,
But for why I cannot see.
Can anybody help me? Or is this mine to fight alone?
ImprintText: Kayla Stiles
Editing: Elinor Skinner and Tatyana Jackson
Publication Date: 05-10-2014
All Rights Reserved
Dedication:
This goes out to the one I wanted to spend my life with, my ex boyfriend, Edward Dimmick... If it weren't for you breaking it off with me and just giving up on me, I probably wouldn't be sharing this with my fellow self-mutilators. Thank you...
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