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Hell Bent

Not yourself

Someone else

Trapped inside

Your cruel mind

Locked up

Thrown away

Better off

Seen better days



Fit the perfect image

Displayed to all the world

Like a quilt sewn just for show

The threads begin to unfurl

Façade thrown up, just to guard

To fit, belong, to stay

Disappear before your eyes

Your conscience held at bay


Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem is about being decieved and being held capitve by your "fake" you

by the way, the title is just a workin title till i think of a better name

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 10:43pm
©3 December 2002 - 11:11am — mrmetal_53
13 August 2004 - 5:29am — jes (not verified)
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My friends like this one too I made them read it, i love you

26 April 2004 - 1:04am — Lauren Xander (not verified)
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I like...it's so deep and intense. Nice job.