brodyblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Introvert Pathetically introverted. Thats one side of me, the other side talks loud and enjoys making people laugh.... And is always happy. But the introverted me hungers and craves for the look she never gets. She cries and screams inside for it. Dissapointed everytime she descends into her secret hole where she does things no one would think of. She takes a scar for every tear she sheds. She bleeds and that blood drops onto paper in the shape of her heart forming the words in her thoughts. Her soul is in those words, or whats left of it anyways... It's on sale again. To the highest bidder, still no takers. Beaten but alive she ascends from her hole and puts her happy face back on...they'll never know it was gone. She smiles again, the smile that is so familiar to everyone. They never saw her wounds, bleeding blue in piercing light. They don't care to look under her smile..It's the safe road no doubt. But that road leads to her death. She's died more than once...Didn't you know? I have been to her funeral over and over again. But each time she crawls from her grave ready to survive their next glance. Please...Please give her that chance. -brodyblue- 5:49 p.m. - 2004-08-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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