My Greatest Fear Is Something Not Many Can See But Relate To. It Is Always So Hard To Explain To Someone

Free (A short poem)

Be free,

little one.

So you can see

what’s beyond the horizon.

To actually be free,

hopefully, that day will come.

To just be able to feel the breeze

that is extremely rare for some.

I want to be free.

To break away from these chains

that wear me down and to simply be

one of the ones that stops feeling pain.

Be who you are and say what you feel…

Alone

When you say “I feel so alone,”

do you really mean it?

Do you feel cold all the way down to your bones?

Do you want to go through that door you see with the sign saying exit?

When you say “I am alone,”

do you mean you have no one?

Or do you mean that deep down inside, you don’t feel whole?

Just take a minute to think of all the battles you’ve won.

Up until now,

you’ve always felt weak.

Always being the one that has to bow.

Just because you’ve never been able to freely speak.

Well, you aren’t alone...

by which I mean you aren’t alone physically.

It’s okay to let it be known...

‘Cause you aren’t the only one that wants to be free.

Death’s Little Shadow (Black Butler various x Oc)

Chapter Two-

"Your time is up Miss. What is your answer?" The mysterious man whispered into the young woman's shaking form; watching her tremble with little sympathy in his heart. As she was making her way to reply she was interrupted again. "Hey guys! I'll check over here!" a woman yelled-jogging over to where the couple was, dragging a man with her. The teen looked as if she had seen the undertaker, that she was going to die right then and there. The young woman felt that everything she had done was all in vain, that all the risks she took were for nothing. She looked up towards the man-his eyes screamed trouble-drawing her to him like a deer in headlights; what choice did she have?

"I-I will work for you! I will, I promise, just please save me from those people! I don't want to go back! I can't!" The girl begged, sobbing as she was tired and wanted to just be done with all of this. The mysterious man kissed her on the lips while putting his coat on her, it was then that she had realized the man had stopped pinning her to the wall. 

“With pleasure," the lime-green-eyed man whispered into the young woman's ear, he walked in front of her to talk to the couple blocking their way out of the alleyway.

He made sure that the girl couldn't be seen well before he looked at the poor unfortunate couple; the mysterious man cast a wicked smile at them, a certain gleam in his eyes that the girl couldn't put her finger on.

"May I help you with something? Is it a lovely night to be out no? My betrothed and I were just taking a stroll." The man said in a high-pitched, an eerie tone in his voice as he wrapped his arm around the young woman. At this moment the teen realized what this man was going to do. Is he really going to do that?!?! He'll get himself killed! What is this oaf thinking?!?! The girl thought as she watched the two converse. If he even is able to take these two buffoons, how is he going take the rest?!?!

The woman replied, "Yes, I agree. It truly is a wonderful night to be out but for me and my fellow friends it isn't." "Why is that Miss?" The mysterious man asked as if he was truly clueless about what was going on, still using that weird voice. "We come out here to come look for a child that just recently ran away, a stupid one at that. The little thing just doesn't know how to listen." The woman said, her voice dripping with annoyance as she dragged on, making it seem as if she truly despised the child they were looking for. 

The woman looked towards the girl, trying to see her face. The mysterious man had a hood on his coat and had made sure it was up before the two had came up to them. The woman started to talk again as she walked towards the shivering teen. "Why hasn't your lady spoken at all yet? Is there something wrong? How come she has a man's coat on and the hood is up?"

The poor young woman started to worry, every ounce of her body started to shake, trembling to the point where the head would surely fall off if she looked up-until the mysterious man stepped in front of them. "I apologize for my betrothed being mute. She just doesn't do well with new people seeing as she is terribly shy. She doesn't like to show her face to people because she fears their judgment about her looks. Now, what does this child look like? Maybe we have seen the little thing?"

"Oh! Well, I'm sorry for pressuring you Miss, I'm pretty sure that you look lovely no matter what anyone says. The child is a girl that has waist-long dark brown hair. She has dark brown eyes and has tan skin." The woman raised her right hand to where it was right on top of the girl's head. "And she is this tall. It's been a pain to look for her."

The man that had been with the woman was peering down at the girl, he had a look of suspicion as he studied her. He looked to be 6'5" while the woman seemed to be 5'6". The man had black hair while the woman had light brown hair that started to have hints of gray in it. While the woman looked chubby, the man was buff but lean; they both had pale skin.

Something seemed to click in the man's mind as he leaned down and whispered into the woman's ear. He looked at the girl as he said this and pointed toward her feet. The young woman and the mysterious man looked. There was a pair of shackles and part of chains. The woman looked at the girl and mysterious man with a disgusted look. 

She grabbed the girl by her arm forcefully as she pulled the hood down. They all gasped except for the mysterious man. Well, this man and I are going to die. There is no way he and I are going to be able to fight these two off. I-I'm sorry guys, I didn't want your efforts to go to waste... I failed you guys, I'm sorry...

Some of the words you’ll find within yourself, the rest some power will inspire you to say.

Homer

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Dear Me

Dear Me,

How did you do it?

How did you become free?

I really hope you aren’t a spirit.

How did we get out of this pickle?

Where we’re the ones stuck in the middle.\Did we fight the fight?

Or just hold our fist in our mouth and bite?

What does it feel like to be free?

To be out of this “humble abode.”

Who did it appease?

Us or that monster we’ve named as our dark mode?

As I’m writing this letter,

I hope you will show me the way to go.

That someday all of this will get better

and that one day I can stop this freak show.

Dear me,

Please help me become free.