The devil is dancing on my back, He has locked his target on every person in my mind, He has broken the bond said to be unbreakable, And demolished any trust I've had. He has turned the backs of those I love, Poisoned the minds of those whom I turn to, He has put string on my arms, And taped my mouth shut. It's like i'm his puppet, He does to me what he wants, And makes me do what he wants. He makes others look down upon me, Like im some curse they have to deal with, He made the one I love and adore, Insult me till I now lay, Crumpled on the floor. Its like he took the globe and flipped it around, Yet I still stay here, Confused and upside down. He has broken my heart, And given it away, He lets others use me. I am his victim. This a dark poem I wrote during school. And it's all true. I have become his victim. He had broken the bond, me and my close friend share. He has let other people use me, to get out of trouble. Basically, my friend got injured. A lot of people think it is fake sinse she fakes injuries a lot. A group of girls were gossiping about her when they called me over. Why had I been so stupid. Why had I let myself get involved. I was the only one who had seen the X-Rays, so I explained what happened and went back to practicing for a play. Soon I find out that she found out that I was supposedly gossiping about her. I asked a girl in my grade (lets call her Firbil idk) who had told her, and she said my BFF had told her. I got really mad at her and yelled at my BFF. The class found out and yelled at me for doing it. Remember the girl whom I had asked who did it. Apparently Firbil was the one who told her I was supposedly talking about her. Now half the class hates me and one of my best friends hate me. (me and my BFF made up) I dont want to go to school, for I dont want to see the look of shame from my injured friends eyes. This isn't the first time I've been used. I don't know what to do. Im lost

The last comment: Froststone: Froststone stirred, snorting in his unconsciousness, as if he were running. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he jerked his head up, swear rolled down his brow and froth covered his neck, "Where- where am I?" He cried, his sides heaving up and down from panic.

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