Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Something that triumphs
Over everything else
Emotions pale in comparison to it
And yet we do not understand

The meaning of it

To grasp with our minds
what concepts have been lost...
Is not a possibility

Not any longer

To see it in its true form
Is terrifying


That we never thought to exist
Crueller than the most inhumane
Primitave forms of torture

The experience...
It takes all sanity from within
And turns the world upside down
As you begin to lose control
Drowning in your own pitiful sorrow

And self-consciousness
Which brings out the sympathy
In others
And the worst
In ourselves
Mixes into the blend
Creating an illusion of fear

The result is a web of lies
A disguise that shields
Nothing but the pure simplicity
Of insanity

People reach out to help
But everything's become a blur
Words taken
From broken promises
Spoken by loved ones
Echo within the mind



To the point of psychotic thoughts
Of ways to make it stop
To end the pain
Push the sickening feeling away

When the only thing to do is run
The world has become
Nothing but an old, deserted home

Your life
Nothing but a cluttered mess
Remnants of a nightmare
The life you've left behind
Now only a conformity
To their sociopathic ways

The people there
Lying and deceitful monsters

But in reality...
You have become your own monster
All because of one little word:


Name: Lindsey Tolman
Age: 13

Helpless I do not know if good intentions prevail among the elected, among the appointed, leaving me apprehensive that the fate ...