MsPrussiaLover

  I walked through the old fair grounds, trying to find something in the least bit entertaining to do. I rode all the rides, ate funnel cake, and played all of the games. But I had a feeling I might of missed something. Eh, who would normally care, right? I mean, you rode everything. But this was a tad different. My friends wanted me to do everything at the fair, because I had only been once in my life.  I continued to walk around, until I stumbled upon what seemed to be an old, circus tent. Me being who I am, my curiosity got the best of me. I glanced at the tent a bit, seeing the... bland colors. Nothing but black and white. I looked up at

The black haired boy looked in the mirror. All he could see that his end was growing nearer. He smiled for a moment, but he was in pain. He knew for a fact he was going insane. He laughed and laughed. He took a knife and made his little scary "craft" He cut a smile into his mouth. In his mind he looked beautiful, without a doubt. He walked in his room and looked for a lighter. He turned it on, the fume growing brighter. He burnt out his eyelids, laughing more and more. Then he threw the little lighter down to the floor. He picked up the knife he took in his room. He would no longer be consumed by gloom. The boy walked down to the end of the h

Mexico raced down the long garden that him and his brothers were playing in, trying to catch up to his brother. "Wait, Toni!" He said, still running after his older brother, Spain. They were playing hide and seek, and Mexico was it. He was playing with his brothers, Spain and Portugal. They were both older than him by a few years, and they always picked on him. Mexico wanted to show them that he could be just like them, but every time he tried something, Spain 'the boss' told him that he could never be like them, and that made Mexico very upset. He never knew why. 'Why do they hate me?' He thought to himself, still chasing after Spain. Portu

It won't be too long. That girl you see walking around, looking at them all. It feels as if that she is about to fall. Into an abyss. Something that some would not want to miss. She could be described as an outcast. But it's stupid to judge one so fast. But who cares, right? It's not like she will ever give up this fight. She knows who she is. She is a fighter. And she knows that some people are liars. So little child, put down that knife blade. Because what you are thinking about doing is insane. You are beautiful, no matter what they say. Even though it may seem hard. At the end there is always a beautiful rainbow. And that child, is what

Confusion and Illusion. Looking at everyone walk by, Seeing them all smile, and I don't know why. Even as rain pours down, I still don't see a frown. It confuses me, but yet that is all I see. Confusion. It's pretty much my life, Not being able to tell why people act the way they do. It's like being in a room with no emotion. That is my life. Confusion. Being locked away in a room with the ghosts. The ghosts of my past, and all I see is doom. Doom, doom, doom. In a small little room. The walls are a bright sky blue. And hearing the 'coo' of the birds outside. It makes me know what my life is. It's not confusion. ...It's just an illusion...