Hello, DarlingYou should know, I've been meaning to tell you for so long. Maybe too long....Im sorry for that. Im sorry for alot if things.I'm sorry I let you go, but really, I thought it was best for you. I sent you to be with those people....your 'family'. It hurts so much for you to call them that...so much.I've been watching you for your whole life. I watch you from behind mirrors, through little holes in walls, from behind trees in the dark. I watched you get tucked into bed by your 'parents', watched you go to school, laugh and play, I watched you grow up. You became such an amazing person, my child. Yes, you are my child; MY child.You dont belong to them, but, I think you know that. Somewhere....deep down, you know you dont belong there, with them. You belong HERE, with me; on the other side of the glass, on the other side of the wall, in the dark. Its not very nice here; its cold, dark and dripping; the floors are stained red. Its never quiet here, everyone is so loud.Oh, yes! Ther
Old PoemsMirrorWhen I look in the mirror,It is not me who looks back.It is merely a face,That could be on anyone.With the name Samantha,Which anyone could be named.Speaking with a voice,Anyone could speak.What makes me me,If it's not me in the mirror?RatedWe are both the same.We're both human.Not many differences.But then,What makes you 'better'?What makes you able to be cruel,To us?To push us around,Call us hurtful things,Step on us,Kick us when we're down.What did we do;To be treated like this?What makes you so mighty?What makes you rated so high?Keeping a SecretStay away.Far away!Or you will get hurt….You should know better than this,Little girl.You've known me,Seen me truly,Why do you still come?If you know what I really am…..Don't I frighten you?Don't you feel fear?How is it,You still smile?And laugh with me?I remember when you saw me,As my truest self.You merely grinned,Put a finger to your lips,And whispered:"Our little secret.
Together: The TruthChapter 13. “Pippa hasn’t been to Skool in a while.” Dib noted, as he and Zim walked away from the building. They were alone on the street, most kids sitting bored on a Skool bus waiting impatiently to get home. It was a quiet day with the only sounds the wind swirling around them and each other’s voice. “What good is Skool for an Irken? She must have realized her mission was a lie by now so there’s no point in Skool. Even Zim only began going to learn how to overtake earth.” Zim said, pulling his arms around himself, rubbing them to make them warm through friction. He could feel fall creeping on the summer, the chill in the air its calling card. He grinned at the thought of Halloween coming up. He liked the human holiday. “You still go to Skool, and you’re not trying to take over the world.....you’re not anymore...are you?” Dib gave Zim a side-wa