My life is pretty standard. Or so I thought. Had my mom, dad and three younger sisters. We were happy. I was 14 while my youngest sister Helen, was 4. My other two sisters were Hannah and Heather. They're twins. When they were eight, they told me that our parents were weird. Two years have passed... and I still think about what they said. I can't blame them. My parents were pretty weird. Their names were mom and dad. Nothing else. They didn't let us go out. Not even school. They taught us all we know. I'm sure that they didn't tell us everything about the outside world. They said that the outside world was dangerous and cruel. We didn't dare ask more.

I was always always scared of strangers. Thankfully, I rarely saw any. The only person I have seen other than my family is my neighbour. Every time I saw her out my window, she rushed somewhere and pulled up a board that read: "Do you need help?"

Sometimes she wrote things like "call 911" or "reply if you need help". At first I would close my curtains and forget about it. After a while, this "board game" was done too frequently. I thought she was creepy and weird. So, I just ignored her. But for some reason, after a while, I started giving answers to her questions. We soon became friends and chatted alot through boards. She told me about the outside world and how good it was outside. As the typical teenage I was, I started blaming my parents. My hatred towards my parents grew as days passed by. My new 'friend's name was Grace. She asked me mine. I just stood there not knowing what to say. Then, I noticed that my parents never gave me a name. Grace understood that the moment she saw me speechless. Grace named me. She named me Joy. I loved that name.

At dinner, my parents asked me what was wrong and that I've been acting weird lately. As if I had a grudge towards them. I sobbed then and there. I asked why I don't get to go out or why I don't remember my childhood and why they didn't name me. My mom started to cry. My dad got mad at me for raising my voice at them. Mom mumbled something and got up to go outside. My dad told my sisters to stop my mom and take my mom upstairs instead. And so, the dining room was almost empty. Just me and my Dad.

My dad placed his hands on top of mine and said that it's time that he had told me something. He said that I have been in a bad car accident when I was young and was in a coma for 10 years. He said that it was a miracle that I woke up. No wonder why I only remember 4 years of my life. "Why don't you let me and my sisters go out then?" I asked while wiping away my tears. "Because your doctor said that you had to rest at home. And we didn't want you to be alone so we made your sisters do the same. And, me and your mom did name you. "Joy". That was your name. You just don't remember it. Just like our names." my dad said. "What? Grace calls me that!" I said. "Who is this... Grace?" My dad asked. "Grace! Our neighbour!" I said cheerfully.

"But... honey, our neighbour moved to the countryside years ago." My dad said.

But- I ran upstairs and looked out of my window. There she stood. Grace. Holding a board that read: "Hey, Free To Talk?".

A Confession

Here I am confessing,

Or maybe just obsessing.

I felt like I was in the sky above,

When really I was just falling in love.

It's an eternal feeling,

But I'm still concealing.

Inside me, there is fire,

Just a flame of desire.

I felt like I was in my mother's womb,

Or really, Im just stuck in a tomb.

Cupid aimed at my heart with his arrow,

But somehow, I still feel hollow.

It's a feeling I can't get rid of,

A feeling I can't get enough of.

And yet, here I am,

Confessing to the moon,

"Will you be mine soon?".

*****

How much longer?

How much longer should I wait?

Was all your love just a bait?

How much longer till I hate?

No, I won't hesitate.

How much longer till you return?

It's your presence, I yearn.

How much longer can I take?

Our promises, did you break?

And how much longer till I realise,

That you'll never arise?

And how much longer till I accept,

That you're 6 feet under in depth?

*****

Mirror

Are you trying to be smart?

You look like a failed piece of art.

Are you trying to be witty?

I just feel pity.

Why do you look like this?

You are so helpless.

Why do you sing like this?

You sound so pitchless.

Do you think you are nice?

If so, think twice.

Do you think you are perfect,

You ugly insect?

To your photos, apply a filter.

Your veins have gotten greener.

I hate how your arms have gotten bigger.

But what I hate more is that I was facing a mirror.

*****

Own thoughts;

"A Confession" is a poem about the struggle of confessing love to another soul. I believe that love is obsessive and makes us feel like we are flying free in the vast sky. Love is an eternal feeling that many people hide, afraid someone might judge. Love is a flame of fire, a flame of desire. It holds the power to make us feel like we are in our mother's womb, in the start of a new life or dead in a tomb. Love is believed to be caused by Cupids love bow. But, why do I still feel so empty? Love is a feeling I can't get rid of and a feeling I just can't get enough of. At the end of the day, I still end up confessing to the moon, the bright one... the things I wish to say to another one.

"How much longer?" is a poem about waiting. Waiting for the one you love, waiting with hope. It's about an individual craving the presence of their loved one so much to the point where they question their own feelings. They began to think if their beloved has broken their promise of meeting again. But it is actually just them going through tough grief as they have yet to realize that their loved one is actually waiting for them in heaven.

"Mirror" is a short poem where an individual ridicules another individual for their looks, the way they act, sing and think about themselves. But often times we fail to realize that maybe, we're talking to our own reflection. Our reflection is who we are and ridiculing or hating that very own self is done very frequently now. This poem was meant to raise awareness about self hate and other serious issues that lead to a deteriorating mental health.

I'm Linda. I have a standard 14 year old's life. I have a sister and her name is Luna. She's 17. She is not around much. Because, her school is quite far away and travelling too much makes her motion sick, she's staying at the dorms for a while. But, she visits often. About, every three weekends. But this one unforgettable weekend... Something horrifying happened. For a while, we talked about her school life and I was kind of happy for her. She was doing very well in academics and her social life. After hours of talking in bed, Luna was tired. So, she soon fell asleep.

Suddenly, everything blacked out. "Slept this fast?" I thought to myself. "Wait. How am I able to think?" I quickly opened my eyes. But, I could still feel that my eyes are closed. Technically, even if I did open my eyes, I shouldn't be able to see 360° around my whole room since my face was stuffed onto my pillow. "Am I experiencing sleep paralysis? Am I dying?" Such horrid thoughts ran through my mind. Then, I remembered seeing my sister laying down beside me. I tried to move my head to get a closer look at her.

I soon found out that I couldn't move. Not even a single muscle. My eyes scanned around the room. Then I found a lady with dark, black hair just staring at me. And she was sitting on top of me. She wasn't touching me at all. But I could feel this heavy weight on top of me. I felt devistated as I couldn't move or breathe. I was scared. I could hear screams and soft mumbles. Then I realised that it was.. me.

I was in top of my sister, Luna. Repeating; "Sorry.. sorry". But I kept strangling my sister. I knew that it was wrong. But something inside me wanted to kill her so badly. When she didn't seem like dying anytime soon, I covered her face with a pillow. She tried to save herself but failed.

Fast forward... To a funeral. It was my sister's. But surprisingly, no one knew that I was the one who killed her.

Everyone acted as if I wasn't there.

"As if I'm the one dead."

Then I soon found my mother in the crowd. She was crying. As she should.

She kept talking about how good of a child Linda was. Wait. Isn't that me?

I'm Linda! I said. But no one seemed to hear me.

I went near the tomb stone. There was my name written on it.

I was both surprised and scared. I looked at my body. It was disappearing from this world. I looked back one last time. Saw my sister. She smirked at me... She looked happy.

I went near her before I was gone forever. "Why?" I asked.

She stared at my soon to be gone body.

"Oh how the tables have turned..."

She said, giggling softly which soon faded to an evil grin.