Your voice pounds in my ear.
As your words take over my heart.
The screaming subsides with time.
But, the echo reminds in one place.
These are the images, that paint your face.
I toss and turn in my sleep.
The fears of failure, fill my dreams.
I'm always running from you.
Before you catch me, I wake up with screams.
These are the images, that paint your presence.
I cringe when I look in the mirror.
Only natural, that I see your eyes.
They stare back at me with disappointment.
I simply shatter the mirror with hatred.
These are the images, that paint your emotions.
Slowly and carefully, I tip-toe through days.
Your judgment is known to bring me down.
I build myself up, and face you with lies.
As I fear, your disapproval will kill me next time.
These are the images, that paint our life.
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for my brother, michael.
probably won't understand much. to be honest, i don't understand him either.
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i have this relationship with my sister...and it will never be fixed. never i know that now. but i will love her each day until she accepts me. i will never run from her, as it only hurts us both. Rememeber, brothers are brothers by chance, not choice. And, rememmber this.........charlee really cares about you. trust me on that one.
I'm praying hard for you todd.
ing alone,
Mylee
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