Welcome to DM's Page!!!! (the aspiring writer)

My poem#1:
I look into the mirror and see
The imperfect picture I call “me”.
I hide my face from the world
Because all they’ll see is a ugly girl.

I cry

I lock the windows and doors
Then lay down and cry some more.
My cries release my most of my pain
My cries make me even more Insane

I think

I tell myself to not cry anymore
All it does is make me more sore.
So I won’t cry, not anymore
The sores will make me strong forever more.:

Poem#2
Can you hear them? No? Listen!
There everywhere if you pay attention.
Step into reality. No one’s perfect.
Especially not me…

Can I hear them? Yes! They stalk me!
Everything I do id watched by them.
They laugh at everything I do!
I’m trapped…

I’m going insane and they don’t care!
They won’t stop!
Their heartless laughter eats away at me
Until there’s nothing left…

Can you hear me?

BEGINING OF MY STORY:

Why was i dreaming of this terrible momment? The day my father died was the day a part of me died also.I was eight years old. I still remember...
While i was sleeping i heard a loud noise comming from the attic. I quickly woke up and ran in the hallway. As i drew closer to the attic stairs the noise got louder and louder. I crept up the stairs. I was a young witch then. If there was something evil up there i would have surely died.
"Damien stop!" I heard my mother shout. Why were my parents fighting?
"stupid witch!" my father said. The loud noise came again.
I quietly peeked through the door.My father ad my mother pressed against the wall with one of his hands. He had a knife in the other hand.
"Damien, honey your better than this! please don't. You can fight this! Please!" my mother begged but my father just laughed. My father looked different. his whole eyes were black like an abyss. I could tell he was possesed by the evil witches. They wanted his power. They wanted my mothers power. If they could kill my mother they could have both.
Just then my mother kicked my father in the stomach. he dropped the knife and went flying across the room. My quickly retrieved the knife and ran over to my father.
"I'm sorry damien." she whispered and slammed the knife into his heart. "No!" I screamed but it was to late...