*Sighs*, curls up in a ball with vacant staring eyes into the facade that is this life. Stabbing away the evil words that echo--denying the thoughts and feelings as they approach and becon.
She tightly clutches her rainbow teddy who tries to protect her from all except those within.
Terrorized, exhausted back again where she once was as a child a shaken beaten mass of snarled hair and large tear stained eyes. Feeling the terror well up again as footsteps draw near.
"Fight", "submit", "fight", "submit" the argument continues until at once there is no control for and she welcomes the soltitude of loss of control, conciousness.
Why do I have to be the one to bear the brunt of this? Where is Ria who belongs to this body and why do I need to step in and be strong when she is not? When I envy all of them for their playfulness, their tearful sobs that people rush to help and console, their art. their everything that I cannot have because I am the responsible one and must always be here to function through the darkest moments only to be forgotten or lost to them time and again when they come out to play?
She tightly clutches her rainbow teddy who tries to protect her from all except those within.
Terrorized, exhausted back again where she once was as a child a shaken beaten mass of snarled hair and large tear stained eyes. Feeling the terror well up again as footsteps draw near.
"Fight", "submit", "fight", "submit" the argument continues until at once there is no control for and she welcomes the soltitude of loss of control, conciousness.
Why do I have to be the one to bear the brunt of this? Where is Ria who belongs to this body and why do I need to step in and be strong when she is not? When I envy all of them for their playfulness, their tearful sobs that people rush to help and console, their art. their everything that I cannot have because I am the responsible one and must always be here to function through the darkest moments only to be forgotten or lost to them time and again when they come out to play?
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Date: 2002-11-19 02:57 pm (UTC)I have nothing else to add. Diz would appologise, as she somewhat wishes me to, but I will do no such thing. Good luck, I suppose.
--Luc=
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Date: 2002-11-20 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-09 08:28 am (UTC)