by Christina Noll

Created on: September 06, 2009

I am screaming at the top of my lungs among the stained glass windows.

The statues bend but do not break.

The world can see me, but no one can hear me.

I should stop screaming.

I should be still.

I should be perfect.

I should be like everyone else.

Stand up.

Sit down.

Hush child.

Be silent.

Be like everyone else.

I'm tired of acting, the masquerade has come to an abrupt end.

I cannot be like everyone else.

I cannot be perfect.

I cannot fit in.

The silence is earth shatteringly loud to my obscure ears.

The robotic motions are maddening to my already freakish brain.

I think I'm alive, but I am among zombies.

They want me to be just like them.

I can't, God forgive me, I just can't!

Be like them or face the consequences.

I am drowning now.

The zombies mock, while the icy water tows me under.

The devastating waves crash over my head.

I am consumed by the blackness of the familiar, yet unfriendly waters.

I can't breath.

My lungs are beginning to fill as I continue to gasp.

My bizarre eyes see a pending death, yet I feel no fear.

I strangely welcome the looming doom.

The water burns my throat, yet I see relief through the flames.

I do not struggle to reach the surface as much as I should be.

Unfortunately, when do I do the things I should do?

I patiently wait, helpless in the blackness of my watery prison.

There is relief coming to rescue me, this I am positive of.

I will survive.

I knew all along I would survive.

You hear my cries.

You will save me.

I will not die.

I will not become a zombie.

I have a perpetual Savior.

I am not alone.

I am eternally grateful and forever in love!

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