This smiling mask I wearUpon my face for you all to seeHides the anguish beneathAnd the swelling tears in my eyesWhen I look in the mirrorIt's not the one you see before youBut the real face beneathAnd that truly scares meThe harsh cold that surrounds meOf loneliness and that sense of fearFills my mind with bad thoughtsOf pain and suffering I've enduredThis path I find myself walkingDistant and cruel with each step tookTh...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sing silence a song of a void in the nightWhere the stars sink in oilAnd vain they scream outAs the phantasms suck all theirBright shine awayAnd the glow of the moonSpins away to the deep of theAching abyssThat is this torturedSoul.Cut my wrists,Slit my throat,Spill my blood on the earth;Burst my heart in the gripOf the demons w...

Sometimes I wonder... If people would care if I decided I wasn't skinny enough, or I wasn't smart enough or if I just wasn't good enough... Would you care if I... lost so much weight I was nothing but skin and bones? gave up because I obviously am too stupid? slit my wrists jumped grabbed a gun popped some pills drove too fast went down... and didn't come back up? What the fuck isP E R F E C Tanyway?

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Tired old mud-splatteredWell-worn boot.Nobody's Number One,They don't give a hoot.Dull ugly colours, somewhat ragged,Got some holes.Dirt-stiff ancient lacesHolding on to worn-down soles.Glitter-pretty princess shoe,Shining golden heel;This is party girl's first choice,Like royalty, she'll feel.Shining sequins scatteredUpon a gol...

This rant only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Who do you think you are? Some deity, who can do as they wish, and have people sacrifice upon their perfect altars? Some king or queen who is given everything they wish for, with everybody bowing at their feet and agreeing? Sycophants, the lot of you!You say one thing, but think another. You tell those you profess to care about...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I am fat.What do you make of that?No truly sexy pictures of me,With my ass on displayAnd my breasts looking lush,Without comment of ugliness,Without remarks of disgust.No sweet lovers' pictures in photography books,No hand-holding in the street without giggles and sniggers,No posting of images, save for jeering or morbid sights...

This is not a happy one, or even a thoughtful one, this is me opening up and exposing the truth and the pain and I am not going to be thinking at all while writing this... if I do, I will not be able to write it. It is all from the heart. *** I don't even remember most of seventh or eighth grade. Supposedly, my middle school was hell anyway so I wouldn't want to, but I don't remember the stuff at home either. I blocked a...

Once upon a time, there was a little fat fairy. She was a short, squat, roly-poly puddin’ and pie fairy, with a little brown mop of hair, a rounded potato nose, a wobbly tummy, and fat little arms and legs that made her look like a Dandelion Clock with tapered limbs. (It must be pointed out here that the Dandelion Clocks always took exception to that description, as they were much more graceful than the little fat fairy,...