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Broken People

I will not stand for your piteous ways
The nation looks at me like I’m crippled today
I will not stand for the ignorance in our nation
I’m tired of being disappointed in our human race
I will not stand problematic lives
If you have too many of those
Your heart will have strife
I’m not a puzzle piece in this game
I want to be a human today
But I won’t follow societies ways
I’ll break their rules and do it my way
My best friend and I will run
She’ll help me be what I want
She’ll do what she wishes is honest
And fly higher than our broken souls
We’ll make it back and be whole

~Cass

Thank you everyone who reads this blog you are my family. Also, thank you Hannah for letting me use this picture.

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Our Sad Paper Hearts

A true misconception you see
A relationship as divided as can be
If only we could see the things
That we say that we are in our dreams
How dare we speak these blasphemes
Belittle each other and do these extreme things
Who do we think we are to lie and be divided
To criticize when all we are is a couple to be criticized
We just take it far to the extreme
Let’s evaluate the things that this was consisted of
They haven’t been fulfilled if we really “love”
If we really do “let love conquer all”
Why is it that all we have are paper hearts
Why can’t we be happy like before
We so blissfully ran our course
Oh the sadness of our broken love
Be truthful and honest
What was love for us?

~Cassandra Berice

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What If…

What if I disappeared and became nothing?

Would you honestly still love me?

What if I hurt and didn’t tell?

Would you dare trust me?

What if I whispered sweet nothings?

Would everything I speak be a lie?

What if I controlled the power I with held?

Would you say I’m a control freak?

These are the things that run through my mind.

Am I crazy?

I am tragically nothing.

That statement doesn’t break me.

Who are you to tell me I am something?

Do you know if I want to be?

I want to stay hidden so don’t disturb me.

Keep away get it.

I’m sorry if I’m not what I’m made out to be.

The sad thing is these aren’t my what ifs you see.

My soul is dead and I am nothing.

I held too close before so please,

Just love me.

I’m sorry I lied before,

I know you didn’t notice.

I’m like Shakespeare’s Hamlet a heartbreaking tragedy.

Now I’ll tell you my lie the one you missed before…

Those what ifs are mine.

What if there are others in store?

Hey guys, sorry I went AWOL I had a lot to think about over the time about life and the people I have in mine. This poem was written to remember my past so I can’t forget who I was and what I went through. To remind myself of my “what ifs” and to know that now I say “it’s okay”. Hope you guys enjoy!

~Cassandra Berice

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
~Robert Browning