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We were slaves

Mechanical and malevolent

With pencils in our hands and scars on our wrists

We were puppets

Feeble and poseable

With toxic tears and manipulative minds

We were toys

Prefabricated and fragile

With eggshell hearts and a plexi-glass soul

We were teenagers

Inorganic and insubordinate

Falling further down the class ranking

But rising in the popularity contest

Amicable when we would amalgamate

Malignant when we would separate

This reoccurring process would elapse seven times a day

Each with a new ringing bell

The cries of love and loss could be heard from the other end of the gray hall

Suicidal thoughts and high school poetry

We weren't in love

We didn't even know what love was

We weren't even humans

We were no more than actors

Each playing a starring role in this ill-illusioned, tainted tragedy

We were no more than Pavlovs' dogs

Salivating to the sound of our death bells

Petrifying to the touch of our own black hearts

We were no more than prophets that had been lead astray

Lost forever in the mazes of dark, bloodstained corridors

A poisoned prisoner with the body of a hawk and the wings of a dove

Suffering from schizophrenia and agoraphobia

Locked and caged in classroom #214, we would all simultaneously chant our anthem:

"Another day, another shade of gray

Another day to make your depression stay"

Visions of a vivid angel on bus #49

Visions of freedom on the other side of the chain-linked fence decorated with barbed wire

Visions of sunlight which warmed my pallid face in a windowless room

And visions of your opaque face filled my vacant mind

A Raggedy Ann lost in a Barbie Doll world

A freebird lost in its own black cloud

Our ears deaf to the truth and our eyes blind to bliss

We were fed unlimited lies and then tested on our knowledge of what would never be

Writing suicide letters on Valentine's Day as we cried our acid ocean of toxic tears

We waved "farewell" to forever as Tomorrow was taken away in the back of the black hearse

Finding shortcuts and scapegoats for all of our daily problems

Plagiarizing each others' copyrighted tears and claiming them for our own splendid creations

Drawing blueprints of suicide on each others' necks and diagrams of the frigid future on our wrists

And violently tracing them with rusty razorblades to a beautiful oblivion

I was all alone in the midst of this horrible holiday

A mannequin hooked on ibuprofen and barbiturates

A mechanical animal addicted to placebos and pixie sticks

Dead to the world and caged like a monkey in a zoo

All of us failing to realize that these would be the best four years of our lives