Obsession

Obsession

A Poem by Sarah W. French
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I never thought that this could be,
a time where fiction controls me.
I live for the written word,
and die for each character.
I pray for a day to deal with
Rumpelstiltskin or The Hatter.
I look out for a mad man
with his lovely blue box.
My homework goes undone,
my grades slowly drop.
But I don't worry about
any of that.
I obsess over deductions
that only Sherlock can know.
I ponder how magic works
and how I can use it.
My parents carefully avoid me,
my friends think I'm insane.
But just give me a fandom
and I'll block my troubles out.
I watch as families are
ripped apart by desperation.
I watch as time breaks
and takes place all at once.
I've learned how to sob
without a single noise.
I walk through the hall
with out an emotion.
But inside I am dieing, and
tears dribble down my chin.
They never should have tried,
never should have died,
this never should have happened.
My laughter is maniacal
as my straight jacket is attached.
They had no other choice,
I must be locked away.
My obsession bled outside,
into my real world.
My parents watched as
i slipped in and out.
My friends tried to hold me here
but their word pushed me closer.
Fiction is what they call it,
to me it is my life.

© 2013 Sarah W. French



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I won't be publishing all my poems on here but I am putting them on my tumblr. Please check them out. I'm a 16 year old girl who mostly writes poems. I have been verbally bullied and use poetry t.. more..

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