RamenNoodleLord

Fear. Fear defines me. How I operate. If you’re not afraid, then you’ll be reckless, be harmed. I cannot allow that. You’re my world. From the moment you were born, I was dedicated to you. As I held you in my arms, I knew what I had to do. Of course we’ve met. Numerous times I can recall. The nights where sleep escaped you. I’d be there beside the bed, or peering from the closet. And – you’d scream. Every. Damn. Time. But that is expected of you, darling. What is my purpose? To keep you alive, keep you safe. What better way to keep you, my love, far from harm than terrifying you into submission?

The soft breeze runs its fingers Through your hair, A sea of tall grasses tickling Your cheeks as you stare At the slowly darkening sky. A voice hums in your ear, A comforting, loving vibration. Mother? Father? Lover? Your body melts into the Blankets of the Earth. Humming wanes into singing, Chirps flutter from an unseen Perch, the scent of crisp apples Floating down, calming your Already exhausted body. The grasses cocoon you, engulfing You in warmth, in nature’s perfume. The sun slowly fades, and your eyes Give in to temptation, trusting completely. You drift into nothingness.

You’ve been taught since God knows when that you could be anything, do anything, and live the dream from your childhood. But, you grew. And, as it always does, your perspective changed – as did the perspective of others. You need a good paying job, you’ll never be able to sustain yourself on childish fantasy! Happens everyday, doesn’t it? One by one, dreams are crushed, beaten until they are but hollow shells. So why, one must ask, are you even taught to follow your dream? To reach for the unreachable, only to be forced to fall in line? Perhaps they never meant for you to try, didn’t think y

Growing up, I was never a very outgoing child. I kept to myself, would play pretend. I’d be a knight, a king, a great wizard with the command over a thousand dragons. Never afraid. Doing the right thing. Or a villain, wanting to conquer the world. I’d be ruthless, I’d be strong. Respected. Deep inside my own, young mind. And then poof, “Dinner is ready!” I can’t remember real parts of my childhood. Maybe I blocked them out. I would rather not know.

They buried him today a canopy protecting the graveside service, his casket still open His mother in denial: Sleeping – simply sleeping. He had never looked more beautiful A lot of work went into correcting what many thought was human error. Unrecognizable, his hair curled, decorated with roses. Face painted, perfect as a doll, made to be shown off. An object. His stiff body dressed to impress in a soft cotton sundress. His parents sobbed, his sisters wept, mourning the wrong one. They buried him today, denying the truth. They buried him because they would rather have a dead daughter over a living son.

Why can’t you be more feminine? Don’t you Ever want to get married? Be a mother? Men like women with Long hair. You need to dress up more, a man Won’t even look at you in those rags. Jeans, t-shirts. You need To dress like a lady. Don’t you dare talk back to me! I Know what’s best for you. I Know you better than you know yourself! What’s on your arm? Scars! Ugh, fucking Disgusting. How can you Live with yourself? I will not tolerate A perverted freak For a child. You’re lucky I don’t Beat that idiocy out of you! I don’t know why she never talks to me. All I did was b

A stranger shares my mirror, Always there, always watching – Studying me. Her eyes are cold, Calculating. Solid ice full of judgement. Her lips – pink, moist – eternally twisted From her sneer. I feel no anger, no hurt From her expression. For my lips – Cracked pale – are shaped the same. The snarl of a wolf vibrates from our throats. My heart is Hellfire. GOD! How I hate her. The sweet coils of her glossy mane. Her soft Voice, like that of an angel Who spews venomous bile. An hourglass where her body should be. A paragon of feminine, of female beauty. Of everything I am not. Everything I never