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Rise
You held me up when everything was trying to pull me down,
You stood up for me when everyone was working on making me fall,
You made me believe in me when I was hopeless,
You made me rise when I was falling,
You created a hero in me in the midst of a war,
You created a fighter yet you didn’t even know it
Mysterious Girl
She walks with her messay hair,
Charred lips,
Red eyes,
Dry skin
She tries to smile,
But her lips only curve on one side
She moves around clumsly,
She avoids the gaze of everyone she meets
She is the talk of the town,
Not in a good way,
She is the hated mysterious girl
The House
It will be your refuge,
They said
Yet it’s where she felt most empty,
It’s where she felt most lonely,
It’s where she felt most misunderstood,
It’s where she felt most judged
She hides within boundaries of this place she doesn’t like,
What was supposed to be her home,
Felt more like a dungeon
Cry for Help
She feels empty,
She holds back the tears but she still cries,
She tries to speak but she can’t,
She’s locked up in a world of chaos,
She builds her walls to lock out her world,
She cries for help in silence.
Dancing with Death
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They lived in fear,
They had in the past be a target of their nation
Children of their nation,
Killed and tortured,
By those meant to protect them
Seeds of their nation,
Called looters and hooligans to justify their killings
Those meant to keep them safe,
Kept quiet,
Those who talked,
Denied
Those who tried,
Were intimidated
Those that fought on,
Were silenced
They watched as some of their brothers,
Danced to the rhythm of their death,
Just because they spoke a different tongue
Victims,
Wounded forever,
They lost their fathers,
Their friends,
Their siblings,
They even lost their children
Their truth was denied,
Only they know what it was like to face death,
Then being blamed for bringing it on themselves through lies and propaganda
They were lied to when they were told that they were children of their nation,
They wait for the end of their torment while they live in fear,
They have memories that will always be scars in their hearts,
Yet they fear that this may not be the end,
All they do is pray that there will not be a next time,
All they have to hold on to is their faith
HIDDEN TRUTH
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Pale,
No tears,
No emotions
Stiff,
Standing still,
Occasional smiling,
Frequent hiding
She had built herself,
And broke down her walls
But all those who came running in,
Were simply the wrong kind of people
They told her she was worthless,
They avoided her like a diseases,
And they only needed her,
When they needed someone to look down upon and to despise,
They taught her to hate herself,
And she accepted it
She tried to be strong,
But deep down she knows,
The strength she tries to show,
Is a mask for depression,
That she thinks will be her ruin
She wants to fight,
Yet she asks herself,
‘How many times,
Will I have to say,
I’ll put on a fight,
Just one more time’
