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Malignancy

By Peter Scott

I want to be strong
But I can't
Life won't let me
I was programmed to feel
And feel I do
The pain cuts deep
With a shadow constructed
Of hollow vibrations
Why did you have to
Enter my life?!?!
So I could write this poem
And the many others being written?
No!
You don't mess my life like this
While little Miss Pretty
Acts like nothing's wrong
I'm hurting
Something's dying
I can sense it
Slowly
All that I've invested
Has come back to haunt
The love is hurting
For it isn't love anymore
I can't own your love
And when you took
That away from me
I stopped caring
You want experiences?
Feel my hate
In the creature I love the most
You taught me to invest
You taught me to commit
Helped me to write
Now you are teaching me to hate
You
Last night I had a dream
After hurting at night
I was at a party
You were there too
We didn't like each other
But I changed that
Showed you my emotions
And you cared
Loved me
Cherished me
Sought better memories
Than our perfection in the past
We were together again
Until you were forced to leave
!Damn them!
Leave those institutions
There are paths
In every trail
While not as large
Or worn
You can travel
To any place you want
The decisions only seem bad
To those who envy
The key is to stay committed
Don't let jealousy tell you
What is right or wrong
Listen to yourself
I do
I let the dreams run free
Come
!Damn you!
It is hopeless
You are what you are
...But you don't have to be

I love you Amy
Don't listen to that jealousy
Ask those who are vacant
In pain
They will tell you
What it means
To hold true meaning
Don't rush through life
Live for the moments
Yes
You'll miss his touch
I'll miss her face
But we can't go back
Touching every base
We must choose for good
Loss is inevitable
When you decide
Let it come from inside

I have to speak
Can't stop to think
Or the cancer will eat me
Systematically
Until I am gone
It is slow
But continual
Notice the pain in my eyes
Suppressed duress
A girl at the counter
Sent me a smile
Someone who cared
And she did
For you can't fake
Kindness
Maybe hide it
I know
But never fake it
I hate you
For loving me.



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