7, 8,9
They wander with me in a place we call our mind
I wonder if they too also hate the concept of time

I don’t know how many more there will be
But through trials and tribulations they follow
They all have names and faces
But to everybody on the outside, “there's no one else here”

I say “We” instead of “Me”
And they just think its because im snobby

I hear things that no one else does, and see them too
Am I going crazy? Is it just me, or also you?
Time to ask the round table, the one in my head
They all sit there, whispering in my ear, controlling my body, and it fills me with dread

Some have sinister motivations, some want to help
But it just adds to the noise…
What am I supposed to do?

10, 11, 12
Don't know how many more there will be
But through trials and tribulations they lead me
And the problems they cause, although oh so small
They mount up into a pile so tall.

To those who have read it and plan to read more I am just going to make it into a series of poems that I'll call "A Penny For Your Thoughts?" A new one will come out soon :D

Thanks for your time and Have a good day/night! <3

Its you
Despite everything, it's still you…

Though these words came from a game, they somehow capture just how vastly life changes you.

She starts out innocent and untouched but ended scarred and traumatized.

She loved and she cared, she was small with no worries. They hurt her and they hated her, but she still loved all of them with her whole heart. Her mother loved her, and she did not question that love. They all hurt her inside and out, they hated her, hurt her, and mauled that loving heart of hers.

Now they hate her, she hates herself, and it had to start when she was little. She HATES being “mature for her age” she is more empathetic, mature and understanding than her 41 year old mother. They will never understand, and she will understand it all.

Her mother seems to hate her at times, screaming and blaming her little girl for things she never did. But then she will love her daughter with all of her heart. Treating her, and loving her, showering her in love. And then take it all away again. She is tired, and wants to know, “Do you love, or hate me? Please just choose, because I need to know.”

Part two soon...

Long story short, i have been grounded until saturday, so all art has been delayed :(
Sorry Nightmare, your art was supposed to be posted as of yesterday, but that's when i got grounded. Im posting this from my school laptop ;~;