They call me brave

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They call me brave

But fright rules each new day more than the last

.

They call me loyal

But my loyalties died with their bodies

.

They call me optimistic

But grey drains all colour away

.

They call me pretty

Surely they would disagree if faced with my scars

.

They call me determined

But stubborness is a talented manipulator

And strength an easy disguise to wear

.

They call me diplomatic

But I can’t reconcile the beasts and ghosts within me

.

They call me shy

But the storm shrieks and rages

Loud enough for an army

.

They call me level-headed

But I can’t tame this monster

And I can’t control the impulse to scream

25/03/2015

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One Comment Add yours

  1. elainajhunt says:

    This is beautifully written, and I completely relate to what you’re saying here.

    Like

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