Would You Still Love Me?
If I Told You?
You don't know me, like you think you do.
You don't know what I'm going through.
I put on a smile, and a happy attitude.
Even though, I know you won't feel any gratitude.
If I tell you the truth, will you run and turn away from me?
I wish you could see, who I want to be.
My body is just a shell, it's not who I am inside.
Sometimes, I feel like I want to hide.
You don't know me, like you think you do.
Would you still love me, if I told you?
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“Ticket check, ticket check, please have your tickets ready!” Startled, I woke up from a deep sleep. Where am I, and how did I get here? Frantic, I feel around my jacket and look in my pocket for any sign of a ticket. Nothing. The last thing I remember, is that I fell asleep, in my bed. I don’t even remember dreaming. Is this a dream? I pinch myself, which I could feel, “no,” I think to myself, “it’s not a dream.” The conductor is a few isles behind me, now, “ticket check, ticket check, please have your tickets ready, the conductor repeated again, walking down the aisles. Getting more nervous by the second, I keep fumbling around my clothes, looking for anything resembling a ticket. He’s getting closer and closer, until he is right next to me. The conductor stops at my seat, “ticket please,” he said. Still fumbling around my jacket I look up at him and say, “sir, I’m sorry, I don’t have,” what’s this? In my pocket, out of nowhere, there is what appears to be a paper-like object. I pull it out, it’s a black ticket, with red writing on it. A chill went up and down my spine. There were goosebumps on my arms and legs.
By Virginia Stackhouse2 years ago in Horror
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