525. Vampireland

This land is full of Vampires,

Who long to steal my blood and soul.

I’m not a toy. My life is my own.

So no, I can not just give up my soul.

Accept me as I am, or leave me alone.

It’s taken time to realize,

I don’t exist to be their prey.

It is not my responsibility,

To help them feed, or feel a certain way.

It is not my duty to keep them happy.

I don’t owe an explanation.

A caring being wouldn’t need one.

If understanding…they would understand,

That people’s feelings, they can not be won,

By abuse, manipulation, or demand.

Oh Vampires! Hark, hear me well!

I’m allowed to feel what I feel.

You have two choices: Accept it or leave.

I am not your prey, and I’ll never kneel,

To monsters with such hearts as can only receive.

This land is full of Vampires,

Who long to consume without care;

And they do not endure in night’s shadows.

They walk in the sun with us, and you’d swear,

That they’re no different from others you know.

Except that they will feed on you,

Until there’s nothing left to take;

And never ‘nough to fill them, they’ll curse and jeer.

So don’t feel guilty for bearing a stake…

In your own life…

Do not let Vampire’s near,

For they only know how to take!

K. Aldaya, 9/18/20

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510. Unhuman

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I am not human.

I am a machine.

You break me when you want to,

Then rebuild me again.

I’m merely an object to you.

I am not human.

I am a machine.

I’m programmed to laugh and smile,

When I do not want to;

Forced compliance through denial.

I am not human.

I am a machine.

That is why you exploit me,

Then reprogram a file,

To try and wipe the memory.

I am not human.

I am a machine.

Metal parts without a soul…

That’s what you think of me;

And that is why I have a hole,

Where a human heart should be.

K. Aldaya, 1/29/20

Picture: By msmichelebaker on makeagif; From Humans; https://makeagif.com/i/WfrIZa

506. My Feelings Are Mine, Not Yours

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You’re mad at me ’cause I don’t talk,

When there are so many reasons why.

One is that nothing I say is right.

People believe what they want, so why try?

You don’t care that I am silent.

You care that you can’t manipulate.

If staying safe’s a slight against you,

It’s precisely why I absquatulate;

‘Cause of course I have my reasons.

However, you don’t care about those.

In fact, you solely care ’bout yourself.

Through the years your selfishness only grows.

Sorry you do not own my soul,

Where words and musings are mine to hide.

So go on assuming and shaming.

You can’t steal away what I feel inside.

My feelings are mine, not yours!

K. Aldaya, 1/12/20

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443. Wolves

Cover your ears, and close your heart.

Don’t listen to their lies.

They are wolves in sheep’s clothing,

Waiting for the next sheep that dies.

For have you never noticed,

That those who mess with your brain,

Are the very one’s who’ll prosper the most,

When you’ve finally gone insane?

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Cover your ears, and open your eyes.

Trust no one with a grin,

Who blames you for their own words,

And shames you for their sin.

For have you never noticed,

How much it hurts your brain?

To try and make sense of it all.

(Wolf:) “It makes no sense, because you’re insane!”

K. Aldaya, 6/12/18

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298. Dancing in Blood

I know you think me dense,

‘Cause of the smile on my face,

But don’t underestimate me.

Don’t ever lie to my face!

I know manipulation.

I’ve lived beyond my years.

I’ve met all kinds in my life.

Nothing’s ever what it appears.

I never believe what I hear.

I will make my own decision,

And if I find you lied to me,

There will be a division.

Our bond will be severed,

And the bloody mess of it all,

Will flow out, and that blood,

Will be made plaster for a wall.

I’ll soak the bricks in blood,

And everything reanalyze.

I’ll keep building that wall higher,

Until you give up your lies.

For I am not a fool you see,

And I’m done being a toy.

I won’t be used and manipulated,

For your amusement or your joy.

Why do so many these days,

Lie to seek out attention?

Why do they not know each lie,

Maims others by extension?

Don’t lie to me expecting pity.

I’d have cared regardless,

But now I feel nothing but anger;

For I know you’d never confess.

I loathe manipulators.

I will not stand for frauds!

Though I’ll show human decency,

No matter who defrauds.

I’d be the first to apologize,

If I ever hurt you,

So why don’t you care at all?

Is dancing in blood fun for you?

K. Aldaya, 4/3/15

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