Psychiatrists. The one persona, the career that people can প্রণয় অথবা loathe আরো than the dentist অথবা doctor. They can be your best friend, worst enemy, অথবা a nuisance. Are all shrinks like that? No. Some people think of Bruce Willis' character in Sixth Sense as the shrink that helped Haley Joel Osmond overcome his fear of his own অতিপ্রাকৃতিক abilities. Some people may think of some older person that never really speaks, except for slight grunts and that annoying phrase,"Now, how does that make আপনি feel?" Usually, it makes the person feel like they should knock that guy on their গাধা and leave his office. Some may wonder about what they know. Not just years and years of psychology from these expensive জনপ্রিয় A student colleges like Princeton, Harvard, অথবা Yale. Others, maybe even yourself may think that if these psychologists were mad, insane, অথবা even immature enough, they could be the greatest gossipers in the world, making celebrity paparazzi look even আরো foolish than how they really are. No, these people do not sink that low. They usually keep professional and sturdy to their work, instead of blackmailing and making others look bad. I have to admit, it would be interesting to see a psychologist go insane ironically since they help people with their own heads, as if they can save others, but not themselves. This story isn't it. This story has been pondering in my mind for days now, as a movie idea. I won't write it in script form, but in actual story form. This story is from me and only me. It just hit me as I was listening to সঙ্গীত one day, wondering this. This is NOT a horror story. I don't usually write horror since over the years it's been beaten down and cliched. If আপনি like psychological stories involving psychiatrists and patients, then read অগ্রবর্তী on. If আপনি don't, I suggest আপনি read something else. This isn't a moronic, girlie, ক্যান্ডি চকোলেট coated story. None of my stories are, well at least I try not to make them appear that way. To cut this introduction short, I am Sawfan13, and with some help and sharing this with Insight357 verbally, this is Behind the Closed Door. Good luck and enjoy.
Trying to pick up my house. New patient coming in around 4. I've talked with her mother over the phone, and this person seems like someone that আপনি have to truly look after. If this woman expects me to babysit her daughter for an ঘন্টা অথবা two, I'm turning her away. I'm here to help people with their issues, not some teeny babysitting nanny. These mothers come in with their kids, saying that they're messed up when really they want me to babysit with them, while she goes out drinking with her bitchy book club বন্ধু that try to act twenty-one. Kids can be so messy and expensive. Every মাস I have to get toys, video games, and anything else that they are into, so I can associate with them in an easier fashion. Working with adults is quite different than working with children. Adults most of the time have a different issue with opening up their problems than kids. Truth be told, I'm not crazy with children, but there's something about them though that I can work with. Adults aren't smooth and easy as মাখন either most of the time. It depends who I work with. Yet, this young girl coming over is different from that from what I heard from her mother. I heard she's been in psychiatric wards before and has issues. She also ব্যক্ত that this girl wasn't very bright either. It didn't shock me hearing a parent talking down to their children. It shocked me আরো hearing them please them. I get a lot আরো kids that deal with abuse and family problems than with children with a good প্রথমপাতা life. I feel so bad for them because coming from a good প্রথমপাতা life and hearing how they suffer just breaks my heart. I mean, why in the hell have kids just to treat them like shit? It's one of those things that have never made absolutely no sense to me what-so-ever. The two biggest peeves I have is working with annoying অথবা obnoxious adults, অথবা working with extremely violent and rude children. Just because I can help people psychologically, doesn't mean that I have to babysit and tell them "no" whenever they do something. I have to make it work to where they can take my suggestions and use them to better themselves. Lastly, I vacuumed my living room, and straightened up the pillows on my couch. I walked upstairs to my bedroom to get my files out. I just got my new patient's file this morning and haven't really looked at it. Since it was 3:30 in the afternoon, I had some time to look over this and learn a bit আরো about this girl. I went into the kitchen, got out my wine glass and poured a bit of red wine from my wine cabinet. Drinking wine while I'm পাঠ করা something calms me down, especially after cleaning. Yet again, I like to keep some wine around for guests and if I ever bring a guy home. I stay single because of my work. Kinda hard to stay in a relationship while you're mostly dedicated to your work. I sat back down in the recliner, and started পাঠ করা and making sure that I didn't get wine all over this.
The first thing I learned about her was of course her name. Jessica Mercedes Young. I have never heard of that sort of name before, so I thought,"Hmm, she sounds interesting so far." She is twenty-one years of age, and she seemed okay right up until I read what had happened to her. Has been in and out of asylums since age six, fascinated with the most grotesque and violent things, has anti-social problems, violent mood swings, and has tried starving herself. I have dealt with people with problems like this, but not all at once. Damn, I just started পাঠ করা about her and already I feel bad. I usually don't start feeling this way until the সেকেন্ড অথবা third session with other people. But something on that page shocked the hell out of me. This girl is smart. আরো than that, a genius. Got an advanced diploma, got into Harvard and everything. She was eventually kicked out after her behavior, and the only way she got that diploma was her grades were that astounding. She did work very hard for it because of her homeschooling and getting put back and forth in asylums and hospitals. There was even a poem on here that she wrote at age eight. It was chilling পাঠ করা it, especially since an eight বছর old girl wrote it. It looked like something Poe, Plath, অথবা Morrison would write. This is what it said:
The dead man lying on the ground
Was mother's friend that used to speak too much
Now, he makes not one sound
Cold and pale no movement at all
Sooner অথবা later the buzzards will বৃত্ত and make their call
Don't know his name
Don't know his shame
But I'll call him Mr. Cadaver
Before the buzzards claim him and gather
I hope the neighbors don't see
What this man now and forever shall be
Mr. Cadaver, I know who did this
Mama had some drinks and a gun, unlike my Sis
She shot আপনি as we watched আপনি fall and bleed
As your eyes emptied and closed, no longer can see অথবা read
I asked Mama why, as she told me আপনি were no good
Sissy cried, as Mama tried hiding him from the neighborhood.
My backyard is now his grave
To death he's its eternal slave
Sissy ran inside and started weeping
Mama hoped that no one saw where he is now sleeping.
I cringed and shuddered after পাঠ করা that. My hypothesis is that her mother was probably upset about a bad relationship, got drunk one night, they boyfriend asked to be forgiven, so she shot him, the girls watched and helped her bury him in their backyard. This girl has been through a lot, and this poem is even too dark for a teenager going through a break up অথবা death. Working with Jessica shall be interesting.
Four came faster than I thought it would be, as the doorbell rang. I opened the door to the find two women around my height, both with dark hair. One of them had long, beautiful brown hair and green blue eyes, wearing a rather reveling ensemble. The other had much shorter and darker brown hair, hazel eyes, and wore a black and white striped শার্ট and blue jeans. I looked at them and said,"Hi! I'm Rosemary Lynsky, and this young woman right here much be Jessica." Her hair was almost as short as mine, but with longer bangs and some blond and red highlights. She clutched onto a blue sketchbook with a blue jean টাকার থলি wrapped on her right arm. It looked like she kept hugging herself. After sitting down on the পালঙ্ক for a few brief minutes, as her mom and I talked to each other in the doorway, Jessica grabbed her things and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. I looked at her mom, Marie Chanel as she giggled and said,"Jessie does that at other people's houses. I'm sorry. She'll just stay in there just drawing অথবা লেখা poetry. Do আপনি have a সেকেন্ড bathroom?" "Yeah. The other one is upstairs, but it's in good use. She can do whatever makes her comfortable for her first session." "Okay. I gotta go to Club Maroon for about two hours for work, so is it okay if I pay extra for her visit." "Okay, that's fine with me." She got out her wallet from her brown leather টাকার থলি and paid me $380.75. I only ask $75 অথবা how much that person can pay at the moment, but this is the most that I've had in a while from a session. Not that I don't get a lot of money, but never this much for only two hours. After she left and drove away, I walked to the bathroom and knocked on it. "Jessica? Jessica? We need to start our session, so please come out." A note slid from under the bathroom door. I opened it up and read it:
"I will stay in here. আপনি may communicate with me, but I will write to you. My written words are louder than my voice. I'm very quiet and I don't usually speak to people unless I know them really well. I don't like talking to people face to and face in physical form. From behind a closed door makes me feel safer, so I'm staying here. If আপনি have to use the facilities, please say so. I can exit the restroom, let আপনি go, and as আপনি come out, I'm going right back in there."
I shrugged awkwardly and said,"Okay?" I sat down on the floor right beside of the door, and got adjusted. There was a few মিনিট of awkward silence that I thought would never end. Yet, I had to start the conversation now before her mom comes in after work and gets pissed because she spent over $300 for her daughter locked in my bathroom and me sitting here doing nothing. So, I decided to break the ice, which I hate doing especially in times like this. I'm a psychiatrist, so I have to start the conversation to make my patients আরো likely to communicate with me. I started off দ্বারা asking,"So, what do আপনি wanna talk about?" She slipped a piece of paper saying,"Let's talk about my authors and poets. I am a অনুরাগী of Poe and Plath, and a wee bit of Morrison. Who do আপনি like?"
Maybe we weren't all that different. I,too,am a অনুরাগী of Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Path, and Jim Morrison (his first published কবিতা book, he used his full name James Douglas Morrison.). Yet, I'm also fond of Frost and Kipling. I faced the door and asked,"Who do আপনি prefer to speak of first?" A note came back to me saying,"Poe. He inspired me in many different ways. He's such a complex lunatic which should have used his ideas and work আরো instead of satisfying himself with drugs alcohol and unemotional nights with women. As sick of a bastard he was, he was truly a genius at the same time. He lived such a short tragic lifestyle, but I personally think that he was trying to force his sadness and woe upon his work like অগ্রদূত Gogh did."
I have to say, talking to this woman is impressive. She looks like a young girl, but writes and beats the হৃদয় of a genius madman.
We just kept talking about the most oddest, yet most interesting things. When her mom came by, I had no idea it had been two hours. Jessie walked out of the bathroom, and went to her mother. After they drove away, I walked to my office, checked my schedule, and realized that she was my last patient for the day. I decided to calm down and watch a little t.v and read a bit of Edgar ধান Burroughs before going grocery shopping for আরো food, drink, and maybe even rent an old movie while I'm out.
Trying to pick up my house. New patient coming in around 4. I've talked with her mother over the phone, and this person seems like someone that আপনি have to truly look after. If this woman expects me to babysit her daughter for an ঘন্টা অথবা two, I'm turning her away. I'm here to help people with their issues, not some teeny babysitting nanny. These mothers come in with their kids, saying that they're messed up when really they want me to babysit with them, while she goes out drinking with her bitchy book club বন্ধু that try to act twenty-one. Kids can be so messy and expensive. Every মাস I have to get toys, video games, and anything else that they are into, so I can associate with them in an easier fashion. Working with adults is quite different than working with children. Adults most of the time have a different issue with opening up their problems than kids. Truth be told, I'm not crazy with children, but there's something about them though that I can work with. Adults aren't smooth and easy as মাখন either most of the time. It depends who I work with. Yet, this young girl coming over is different from that from what I heard from her mother. I heard she's been in psychiatric wards before and has issues. She also ব্যক্ত that this girl wasn't very bright either. It didn't shock me hearing a parent talking down to their children. It shocked me আরো hearing them please them. I get a lot আরো kids that deal with abuse and family problems than with children with a good প্রথমপাতা life. I feel so bad for them because coming from a good প্রথমপাতা life and hearing how they suffer just breaks my heart. I mean, why in the hell have kids just to treat them like shit? It's one of those things that have never made absolutely no sense to me what-so-ever. The two biggest peeves I have is working with annoying অথবা obnoxious adults, অথবা working with extremely violent and rude children. Just because I can help people psychologically, doesn't mean that I have to babysit and tell them "no" whenever they do something. I have to make it work to where they can take my suggestions and use them to better themselves. Lastly, I vacuumed my living room, and straightened up the pillows on my couch. I walked upstairs to my bedroom to get my files out. I just got my new patient's file this morning and haven't really looked at it. Since it was 3:30 in the afternoon, I had some time to look over this and learn a bit আরো about this girl. I went into the kitchen, got out my wine glass and poured a bit of red wine from my wine cabinet. Drinking wine while I'm পাঠ করা something calms me down, especially after cleaning. Yet again, I like to keep some wine around for guests and if I ever bring a guy home. I stay single because of my work. Kinda hard to stay in a relationship while you're mostly dedicated to your work. I sat back down in the recliner, and started পাঠ করা and making sure that I didn't get wine all over this.
The first thing I learned about her was of course her name. Jessica Mercedes Young. I have never heard of that sort of name before, so I thought,"Hmm, she sounds interesting so far." She is twenty-one years of age, and she seemed okay right up until I read what had happened to her. Has been in and out of asylums since age six, fascinated with the most grotesque and violent things, has anti-social problems, violent mood swings, and has tried starving herself. I have dealt with people with problems like this, but not all at once. Damn, I just started পাঠ করা about her and already I feel bad. I usually don't start feeling this way until the সেকেন্ড অথবা third session with other people. But something on that page shocked the hell out of me. This girl is smart. আরো than that, a genius. Got an advanced diploma, got into Harvard and everything. She was eventually kicked out after her behavior, and the only way she got that diploma was her grades were that astounding. She did work very hard for it because of her homeschooling and getting put back and forth in asylums and hospitals. There was even a poem on here that she wrote at age eight. It was chilling পাঠ করা it, especially since an eight বছর old girl wrote it. It looked like something Poe, Plath, অথবা Morrison would write. This is what it said:
The dead man lying on the ground
Was mother's friend that used to speak too much
Now, he makes not one sound
Cold and pale no movement at all
Sooner অথবা later the buzzards will বৃত্ত and make their call
Don't know his name
Don't know his shame
But I'll call him Mr. Cadaver
Before the buzzards claim him and gather
I hope the neighbors don't see
What this man now and forever shall be
Mr. Cadaver, I know who did this
Mama had some drinks and a gun, unlike my Sis
She shot আপনি as we watched আপনি fall and bleed
As your eyes emptied and closed, no longer can see অথবা read
I asked Mama why, as she told me আপনি were no good
Sissy cried, as Mama tried hiding him from the neighborhood.
My backyard is now his grave
To death he's its eternal slave
Sissy ran inside and started weeping
Mama hoped that no one saw where he is now sleeping.
I cringed and shuddered after পাঠ করা that. My hypothesis is that her mother was probably upset about a bad relationship, got drunk one night, they boyfriend asked to be forgiven, so she shot him, the girls watched and helped her bury him in their backyard. This girl has been through a lot, and this poem is even too dark for a teenager going through a break up অথবা death. Working with Jessica shall be interesting.
Four came faster than I thought it would be, as the doorbell rang. I opened the door to the find two women around my height, both with dark hair. One of them had long, beautiful brown hair and green blue eyes, wearing a rather reveling ensemble. The other had much shorter and darker brown hair, hazel eyes, and wore a black and white striped শার্ট and blue jeans. I looked at them and said,"Hi! I'm Rosemary Lynsky, and this young woman right here much be Jessica." Her hair was almost as short as mine, but with longer bangs and some blond and red highlights. She clutched onto a blue sketchbook with a blue jean টাকার থলি wrapped on her right arm. It looked like she kept hugging herself. After sitting down on the পালঙ্ক for a few brief minutes, as her mom and I talked to each other in the doorway, Jessica grabbed her things and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. I looked at her mom, Marie Chanel as she giggled and said,"Jessie does that at other people's houses. I'm sorry. She'll just stay in there just drawing অথবা লেখা poetry. Do আপনি have a সেকেন্ড bathroom?" "Yeah. The other one is upstairs, but it's in good use. She can do whatever makes her comfortable for her first session." "Okay. I gotta go to Club Maroon for about two hours for work, so is it okay if I pay extra for her visit." "Okay, that's fine with me." She got out her wallet from her brown leather টাকার থলি and paid me $380.75. I only ask $75 অথবা how much that person can pay at the moment, but this is the most that I've had in a while from a session. Not that I don't get a lot of money, but never this much for only two hours. After she left and drove away, I walked to the bathroom and knocked on it. "Jessica? Jessica? We need to start our session, so please come out." A note slid from under the bathroom door. I opened it up and read it:
"I will stay in here. আপনি may communicate with me, but I will write to you. My written words are louder than my voice. I'm very quiet and I don't usually speak to people unless I know them really well. I don't like talking to people face to and face in physical form. From behind a closed door makes me feel safer, so I'm staying here. If আপনি have to use the facilities, please say so. I can exit the restroom, let আপনি go, and as আপনি come out, I'm going right back in there."
I shrugged awkwardly and said,"Okay?" I sat down on the floor right beside of the door, and got adjusted. There was a few মিনিট of awkward silence that I thought would never end. Yet, I had to start the conversation now before her mom comes in after work and gets pissed because she spent over $300 for her daughter locked in my bathroom and me sitting here doing nothing. So, I decided to break the ice, which I hate doing especially in times like this. I'm a psychiatrist, so I have to start the conversation to make my patients আরো likely to communicate with me. I started off দ্বারা asking,"So, what do আপনি wanna talk about?" She slipped a piece of paper saying,"Let's talk about my authors and poets. I am a অনুরাগী of Poe and Plath, and a wee bit of Morrison. Who do আপনি like?"
Maybe we weren't all that different. I,too,am a অনুরাগী of Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Path, and Jim Morrison (his first published কবিতা book, he used his full name James Douglas Morrison.). Yet, I'm also fond of Frost and Kipling. I faced the door and asked,"Who do আপনি prefer to speak of first?" A note came back to me saying,"Poe. He inspired me in many different ways. He's such a complex lunatic which should have used his ideas and work আরো instead of satisfying himself with drugs alcohol and unemotional nights with women. As sick of a bastard he was, he was truly a genius at the same time. He lived such a short tragic lifestyle, but I personally think that he was trying to force his sadness and woe upon his work like অগ্রদূত Gogh did."
I have to say, talking to this woman is impressive. She looks like a young girl, but writes and beats the হৃদয় of a genius madman.
We just kept talking about the most oddest, yet most interesting things. When her mom came by, I had no idea it had been two hours. Jessie walked out of the bathroom, and went to her mother. After they drove away, I walked to my office, checked my schedule, and realized that she was my last patient for the day. I decided to calm down and watch a little t.v and read a bit of Edgar ধান Burroughs before going grocery shopping for আরো food, drink, and maybe even rent an old movie while I'm out.
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the দিন we are discarded and replaced with new editions অথবা perhaps the পরবর্তি technology once পাঠ করা becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions অথবা hear our voices saying things we never ব্যক্ত until the students are lulled to sleep দ্বারা the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the দিন we are discarded and replaced with new editions অথবা perhaps the পরবর্তি technology once পাঠ করা becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions অথবা hear our voices saying things we never ব্যক্ত until the students are lulled to sleep দ্বারা the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
In the darkness,
No one is here for me.
I feel lonely,
And my feet tremble.
The grads have gone,
Some my closest friends...
Remember the times that we had?
We let them slip দ্বারা when things got bad.
Remember the times...
When we shared a sno-cone
When we cried together
When we laughed together
When we jumped in the pool
All in unison.
It's funny how I feel so much
But I cannot say a word.
I will remember you.
আপনি will always be in my heart.
আপনি have প্রদত্ত me so many memories
To last.
আপনি are a handprint on my heart.
It cannot be erased.
আপনি motivate me.
আপনি are what I can do today.
আপনি are an amazing person.
আপনি are what I am today.
All that I am today is because of you.
আপনি will never leave my heart,
Even if আপনি do leave me in life.
No one is here for me.
I feel lonely,
And my feet tremble.
The grads have gone,
Some my closest friends...
Remember the times that we had?
We let them slip দ্বারা when things got bad.
Remember the times...
When we shared a sno-cone
When we cried together
When we laughed together
When we jumped in the pool
All in unison.
It's funny how I feel so much
But I cannot say a word.
I will remember you.
আপনি will always be in my heart.
আপনি have প্রদত্ত me so many memories
To last.
আপনি are a handprint on my heart.
It cannot be erased.
আপনি motivate me.
আপনি are what I can do today.
আপনি are an amazing person.
আপনি are what I am today.
All that I am today is because of you.
আপনি will never leave my heart,
Even if আপনি do leave me in life.
Idea #1
A group of বন্ধু try to hide their biggest secret. A secret that could send them to jail r worse the electric chair. They kill, kidnap, and trick those who try to find out the secret. No one should know the truth about them.
Idea #2
The parents of five বন্ধু share a similar secret. These parents will not tell their daughters অথবা even admit to them that there is a secret. When the girls find their parents old yearbook, their conspiracies about their parents begin.
Idea #3
After receive death threats, three best বন্ধু are forced to সরানো out of the state. When trouble continues at their new home, the boys are angry so they figure out the reason for the threats.
A group of বন্ধু try to hide their biggest secret. A secret that could send them to jail r worse the electric chair. They kill, kidnap, and trick those who try to find out the secret. No one should know the truth about them.
Idea #2
The parents of five বন্ধু share a similar secret. These parents will not tell their daughters অথবা even admit to them that there is a secret. When the girls find their parents old yearbook, their conspiracies about their parents begin.
Idea #3
After receive death threats, three best বন্ধু are forced to সরানো out of the state. When trouble continues at their new home, the boys are angry so they figure out the reason for the threats.
Here আপনি are
On a road
Gone so far
Nowhere to go
You've hurt so bad
Wishing it to end
Don't hold back
Just trust me
Close your eyes
And choose your path
One is good
And one is bad
Just hold on tight
You've got to choose
It's whats right
আপনি cannot lose
Take a step
It will not hurt
Your at a crossroad
আপনি can't desert
Trust me child
For আপনি will see
How it is ment to be
Hold your breath
And take that step
It won't be hard to do
And soon you'll be filled with love
Comfort and hope too
Something I came up with.Please comment!!!
On a road
Gone so far
Nowhere to go
You've hurt so bad
Wishing it to end
Don't hold back
Just trust me
Close your eyes
And choose your path
One is good
And one is bad
Just hold on tight
You've got to choose
It's whats right
আপনি cannot lose
Take a step
It will not hurt
Your at a crossroad
আপনি can't desert
Trust me child
For আপনি will see
How it is ment to be
Hold your breath
And take that step
It won't be hard to do
And soon you'll be filled with love
Comfort and hope too
Something I came up with.Please comment!!!
Class ended. As I walked out of the classroom, I still felt sick. I went to my locker and put my stuff away. As I turned around, two tall 11th graders stood in front of me. One of them ব্যক্ত "Let's play a game! Its called 'Bully The New Girl'!" My হৃদয় trembled with fear. My hands glowed a little black. I quietly ব্যক্ত "Go away. আপনি do not want me to hurt you." I guess one heard me, he ব্যক্ত "Ohh! Im so scared! Heh, now, no আরো stalling!" Just he was about to মুষ্ট্যাঘাত me, Bruno grabbed his hand. And ব্যক্ত fiercely " Do not hurt her. অথবা I will hurt you!" Bruno squeezed his hand. The boy screamed loudly. Everyone looked at him. And the two boys ran away with fear. I ব্যক্ত " Bruno! How did আপনি do that?" The voice screamed in my head, "He's the one, he's the helper" and he replied "Uhhhhh. I know karate?" I laughed nicely. He smiled warmly. Then ব্যক্ত "Ugh, I think I'm gonna puke!" He took me to the girl's bathroom and ran upstairs to get back to class.
hi to anyone who is পাঠ করা this now. my name is lauren and i am currently only 14. i প্রণয় to write and read, but im finding it hard to come up with ideas. i was hoping that some people could give me ideas on what kind of stories they like and a basic plot and i could expand on the idea. if i did write one i would post it on here, দ্বারা chapter and আপনি would get half of the credit, lol. of course if আপনি would want me to help write আপনি write it instead of me অথবা আপনি would want to help me write it, around your idea, i would be fine with that. i really would appreciate any ideas i have a few but im not sure if আপনি guys would read it, i need opinions from anyone. thanks.
A place I once trusted
A place I once believed in
A place I once loved
A place I once missed
Is coved under a মাস্ককুরেড
Of misery and pain
The blue in the sky is now a shade
I feel like all this time was a game
A game of sham
A game of backstabbing
A game of war
A game of fate
I feel trapped in a box
Crammed in and lonely
With nothing but locks
With no key so that it can hold me
A box of lies
A box of fear
A box of loneliness
A box of weakness
I always have a word on mind
Just a few words long
To me it seems so thoughtful and kind
To me free it isn't a dance অথবা song
Free as the wind
Free as a bird
Free as an অ্যাঞ্জেল
Free as a shooting তারকা
The feeling will come to me
But not right now
I hope my soul can soon be free
So then I can take my final bow
A place I once believed in
A place I once loved
A place I once missed
Is coved under a মাস্ককুরেড
Of misery and pain
The blue in the sky is now a shade
I feel like all this time was a game
A game of sham
A game of backstabbing
A game of war
A game of fate
I feel trapped in a box
Crammed in and lonely
With nothing but locks
With no key so that it can hold me
A box of lies
A box of fear
A box of loneliness
A box of weakness
I always have a word on mind
Just a few words long
To me it seems so thoughtful and kind
To me free it isn't a dance অথবা song
Free as the wind
Free as a bird
Free as an অ্যাঞ্জেল
Free as a shooting তারকা
The feeling will come to me
But not right now
I hope my soul can soon be free
So then I can take my final bow