Wanting to take a stepback
but forced to move faster in front
Knowin of the storm ahead of you.
It stalks you
the sickening feel of
aching butterflies in your stomach.
With its obnoxious buzzing
it makes the noise unbarable,
and the ackward feeling when it touches you.
That little fly,
it needs to move on.
Two pairs of eyes,
that feel like a million.
Staring in shock,
Disappointment,
Broken hearts.
Hard breathing in your bed.
Slowly, you start to forget.
But, then remember you are
not the only person in this world.
Nails chewed from the anger,
buliding inside of you:
Anger you have only seen in horror movies.
You say, please, don't turn me into this.
An orb of a memory,
A memory that made this happen:
The birth of a disaster,
The birth of a reputation.
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