The Time Thief

I don’t want to live a lie.

I hide in bed, don’t sleep, just cry.

Another day to hide away,

Let it slip for another day.

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This lethargy that holds me back,

Stops me getting back on track.

That makes me sit and rot all day,

Stops my plans, gets in the way…

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Tomorrow I’ll be stronger.

I’ll become a true “belonger”.

I’ll clean and shop and wash the dishes,

Be a friend and grant some wishes!

Do the stuff that should be done…

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I don’t want to live a lie.

I hide in bed, don’t sleep, don’t try.

Another day to hide away,

I’ve let it steal another day!

Living nightmare

Raining, maiming, beating down,

I run as soon as I see the clown.

Froze in my bed I make no sound,

But still his hateful fists they pound!

What had I done to earn my fate,

Provoke his rage and fuel his hate?

My muffled tears I softly weep,

Given way to fitful sleep,

My dreams no comfort offer me,

I spy his shadow, try to flee,

Haunting, taunting filled with glee,

I run through the dawn before I’m  free…

I waken, shaken, bruised and sore,

look around my room once more.

Then I see that hateful clown,

Who spent the night chasing me down,

Sitting sweetly on the shelf,

Nothing like his nightime self.

He’s been this way since my childhood,

I’ve often thrown him out for good,

But back he comes everytime,

To continue his haunting twilight crimes.