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Spotlight and PageMy shelter is the stage.
My words are left on the page.
My home keeps all my rage.
My room is my cage.
My voice is kept low.
My pain is unknown.
My feet drag, slow.
Trying to delay coming home.
The spotlight helps me relax.
The pen helps me kick back.
Acting is fake, yet my fact.
And poems are what keep me intact.
You're Different Than The OthersWhy do you still care?
I'm a mess.
I'm broken down.
Why won't you just give up on me?
Everyone else has.
Everyone else quit.
But you won't.
What do you see in me?
Because I hate myself,
And never thought someone would care.
Yet your still here.
And won't leave.
You can't fix me, you know that right?
What makes you different?
What makes you so special?
Why don't you just get out of here!
Leave me alone!
I know what makes you special.
I love you.
That makes you different than the others.
Because I'll actually listen to you.
I Don't Need Your HelpI'm sorry.
I know you're trying to help.
I need to do this on my own.
I need to solve this by myself.
I don't need you.
I'm not trying to be mean.
You're my best friend.
And I don't want to hurt you.
But I don't want you to help.
I don't want anyone's help.
I don't need it.
You are truly trying to help.
Hush Little Baby Don't You CryHush little baby,
Don't you cry.
Don't make those scars,
Don't try to die.
I know it's hard,
But you'll be just fine,
At the end of every tunnel,
They're always a light.
All Hail The KingAll hail the king.
Who dances and sings.
And makes us smile.
But since no such king exists.
We'll have to deal with this.
A king who treats us like a child.
All hail the king.
Who has happiness to bring.
And is always fair.
But since the king isn't nice,
We'll have to pay a price,
For tax and health care.
All hail the king,
Who's never, ever been mean.
And will treat you with respect.
But since this is reality,
There's no king who loves us all madly.
But hey, what did you expect?
I'm Sitting Alone...I'm sitting alone, can you see?
I try to stop the tears, crying.
But if I do, I'm not being me.
Because the real me is sad but you can't see.
Are you deaf too, can you hear?
The sobs and cries, each tear?
But you cover your ears in fear.
Fear that my crying will reach your ears.
You're putting your hand behind your back.
Afraid that maybe that,
You'll feel the tears that write the name Zach?
And will reach you're delicate hand?
But don't worry, my love.
I guess my love for you was too much.
And did I really make you hide and run?
If it will make you happy, I hope my death is enough.
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