Me and My True MaskI stay inside myself, only letting a mask of the true me out.Me and My True Mask by DarkTrappedDesire
Only I'm allowed to see the real me, since anyone else would break it.
The mask I put out is the one everyone wants to see,
The one the world accepts.
They don't want the real me,
the one that looks battered and bruised from before.
No, they want the prestige image that's from everyone's dreams,
not the reality.
My mask is my only friend, though my mask has plenty of friends.
I will forever be with my mask, and my mask only,
Since my mask is the only one that accepts the true me.
But once I met someone, they didn't like my mask.
We asked them why and they said they could see past it,
and thought the mask I put up was worse.
That day I didn't understand, but that person wanted to take away my mask,
To let out the true me and speak with them face to face.
I ran, for my mask was too soft to this person, too transparent,
and that scared me.
My mask was my only friend, and it shall stay as my only friend,
While the world sees the
All day long - These battlesAll day long, these battles with myself.All day long - These battles by DarkTrappedDesire
All day long, I'm trying my best not to listen.
All day long, I'm trying my best to not believe.
This voice in my head, sounds so deathly close to my own.
Why must it be so different at the same time?
What did I do to make me hate myself so much?
All day long, I'm disagreeing.
All day long, I'm wondering.
All day long, I'm yelling.
All day long, I'm pleading.
This voice keep telling me all the things wrong.
Wrong with myself, wrong with the others.
It's telling me the truth that I don't want to hear.
It's telling me all the things that it knows I hold dear.
Why do you try to break me?
Why are you so fun to break?
Why do you not think I'm worth it?
Why do you not have a dollar to your name?
Why do you say I'll never find happiness?
Why do you push away anything worth while?
Why do you want me to live and keep torturing me like this?
Why do you want to end it and stop the torment?
For any que
If only you knew..If only you knew..If only you knew.. by DarkTrappedDesire
That I loved you.
That I wanted to do all the right things.
That I would have helped if I could.
That I would have taken your tears when you cried.
If only you knew..
That I was broken.
That I wanted you with me.
That I want to take back my regrets.
That I wanted to see you again.
If only you knew..
That I was slowly slipping.
That I wanted a way out.
That you couldn't have helped.
That it wasn't your fault.
If only you knew..
That all my dreams are of what I could have done.
What I could have been.
What I could have seen.
That all my fantasies are of the worlds that don't exist.
Of the places that hold so much magic.
Some Feelings Should Never Hide - EngXCan Pt.3Alfred ran until he got near enough to his home, then he went there and got to drive his car the rest of the way. The american parked his car and got out, beeping it to lock before he walked up to the double doors leading inside. He pushed through, and went down the right corridor. There was supposed to be a meeting tomorrow, so many of the countries would be staying in rooms set up for them here, as to avoid being late or missing it entirely.Some Feelings Should Never Hide - EngXCan Pt.3 by xXYAOILUVRLITXx
Alfred stopped, reading a name plate on the wall next to one of the many doors in the corridor. 'Ludwig Beilschmidt'. Just the person I need to see about serious old England! Alfred knocked on the door quickly, not pounding it like he usually would since it is late. He's dense but he knows no one likes getting woken up. Especially Romano, who was sure to be in a room close by to keep an eye on his brother.
There wasn't any reply, so he knocked again this time a bit more insistantly. Then Alfred listened intently, hearing some shuffling and
Some Feelings Should Never Hide - EngXCan Pt.2Arthur froze seeing the lights so close. He didn't know what to do. Run? Let it hit him? It was too close to run anyway.. He closed his eyes, waiting for imminent pain to come, but instead he felt a force push him sideways, and heard the screech of a car.Some Feelings Should Never Hide - EngXCan Pt.2 by xXYAOILUVRLITXx
The Englishmen opened his eyes to see his little independent sibling, Alfred. He looked up at him, not really understanding what just happened. He moved his head to see the cat speeding down the road, not even slowing to check if he was okay. Then a soft mumble turned into shouting as he realized Alfred was yelling at him. "Dude, are you okay!? You can't just be zoned out like that on the road, you almost died!",he kept shouting.
"S-Sorry Alfred.",Arthur muttered, now noticing that he was shaking. Though, he didn't know if he was due to the fact he was still crying or that he just had a near-death experience. Of course, Alfred being Alfred didn't realize anything else was wrong.
"Don't say your sorry! I don't wanna hear it! Your my br
Some Feelings Should Never Hide - EngXCan Pt.1[England's POV]Some Feelings Should Never Hide - EngXCan Pt.1 by xXYAOILUVRLITXx
Arthur stood at the front door to his dear friend's house, Matthew's to be exact. Soon, after a couple of knocks in the secret code they had done ever since they were all little, Matthew's front door opened. "Hey Arthur.",he said quietly.
Arthur smiled at the normally unseen country. "Hey. You usually don't ask to go out many places. Is something up?",he asked to his friend, thinking of how Matthew had asked over the phone if they could go out together for the day. Usually, he accepts his small existence in silence, even if England didn't believe it was as small as most people saw it.
"Yeah, everything's fine.",Matthew said and Arthur couldn't help but think his voice sounded a bit anxious. "Just, wanted to hang out with a friend today, is all.",he said, giving Arthur one of his reassuring smiles. Arthur softened and smiled wider, getting rid of his serious ways for a while. He always felt so calm when he was around the Canadian, and it was easy for him to say now, thou
Daddy prussia x little reader chapter SixDaddy prussia x little reader chapter Six by girz94
Little reader X Daddy Prussia chapter five: Birthday wish
4:02 A.M the alarm goes off and you awake with an intense excitement, feelings bubble forth as you spring out of bed. Not bothering to get dressed, you rush down the long staircase as fast as your little legs would carry you. “Oh I hope vatti is still asleep!” Today was one week closer to your birthday and you wanted to do something special for your vatti so as to be on extra good terms with him when you're birthday came around. You had your eye on a new colouring kit. You slid into the kitchen bumping right into the back of Mr. Austria who was at the moment making tea. The sudden body contact made you squeak. “Oh Mr. Austria I'm so terribly sorry! I didn't think anyone was awake this early!”
Austria turned around a small scowl adorning his lips. “____, you need to be more careful! You could have gotten hurt or made me spill my tea.” He sighed and place
BritainXreader 7 minutesBritainXreader 7 minutes by Retartedfangirl22
It was that time again. The 7 minutes in heaven party. America loved the chance to stick people with others they didn't even know. Surprisingly, you were very excited and ready for anything, or so you thought. When you walked into the crowded room, your confidence went down the drain. All the faces and conversation floating about deflated and belief in yourself you had initially.
"Hey! If it isn't "___"! It's great to see you again!" America stepped up and hugged you.
"Ready to get this party started?" America saluted you and walked away. "Okay guys! It's party time! You ready mother f-"
"That's quite enough, you wanker. Let us begin." Britain placed his hand over america's mouth. "Shall we?" He smiled and placed the names in the hat on the table. All the people gathered around. "You go first, "___"" Britain smiled at you.
You reached in the hat. you pulled out Britain's name and immediately your eyes widened. Britain was your one and only crush. You loved everything about him. F
Dream. - Tsundere!Japan x Reader.Dream. - Tsundere!Japan x Reader. by HillsOfSilence
Water this deep, you shouldn't have stepped into.
Your hand clutch tighter to the red charm as you reach into your final moments.
Trying to remember this man was a pain in the head, but it was necessary before you give yourself in to Kami.
He was from the wealthy Honda clan as you were born in a poor house. Kiku was affluent and grew up to be successful, just as his family would like him to be. He was a bit antisocial, always locking himself in. His family wanted Kiku to find a wife; someone they know will take care of him when they were gone.
Their first and final try came to you, their neighbor's daughter - (Name).
Born with a talent as chef, and a socialite with good relationships - you were bound to be a good influence on Kiku.
"Kiku, meet (Name)," Kiku look over to your properly seated self as he didn't bother to spare another glance. "Kiku! At least greet the young lass!"
"It's my pleasure to meet you, I'm Honda Kiku." He bowed and that was th
Popular!PrussiaxShy!Artistic!Reader~RequestThe halls were quiet. No sounds of squeaking shoes, shouts from the football team, talking and mumbles of the students, slamming lockers or the annoying giggling coming from the 'popular' girls. It was the only time of the day you really liked, and pretty much the only time you could actually focus of your work.Popular!PrussiaxShy!Artistic!Reader~Request by 1meh8
Scribbling down your finished sketch, taking a moment to admire your work, it wasn't long before some random girl snatched it and took a nice glance at it.
"Whose this supposed to be?" she laughed sarcastically, however you knew to all well she couldn't do any better.
"It's a drawing.." you replied, wishing you had the ability to just reach up and grab it back. "May I please have it back?"
She darted her eyes between you and the paper, before laughing out loud again.
"Why would I do that?" she flipped the sketch back and forth in her hands, lucky for you she still had no idea who the sketch was actually of.
"Because I..need it.." you mumbled, however it didn't convince her.
What does it take to break?What does it take to break? by CountessPruben
His lips were on mine suddenly and I had to fight the urge to retch. Even the sight of his eyebrows repulsed me now. Reminders of a tormented past I was trying desperately to get away from. I pushed him off and wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. "I told you, no more of this. I'm done Arthur."
The smirk on his face grew painfully apparent, he grabbed the collar of my shirt, "Don't you ever forget who helped make you my little moose." His teeth were bared and his laugh was sharp, I cringed beneath it. This side of Arthur, even Alfred didn't know. "I can't let you do this!"
"Who's gonna stop me? You think just because someone else can see you makes you loved. You're nothing more then an invisible little sex toy."
Feeling defeated, I bowed my head. Maybe Arthur was right. Maybe that's all I was. He bit my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and wrapping a hand in my hair. My body went limp, just as it always did when he was like this.
"He called me his little moose... it was awful.
England X O.C. I Do Believe in faeries chapter 1England X O.C. I Do Believe in faeries chapter 1 by girz94
England x O.C.
The sun shone bright and a light breeze tousled a handsome young blonde mans hair. His eyes were a vibrant green but clearly showed the true age of the seemingly ageless young man. He sighed happily the sun shining bright through a break in the english clouds. It wasn’t to often that he got a moment to himself like this. Usually he had to deal with his younger brothers squabbling over nothing or his older brothers banging on his door declaring their displeasure with him. So when he had a moment to himself he took advantage of it and went out for walk in the park. The day was almost perfect save for this high pitched wail behind him.
The young man stood from the park bench that he had been resting on and followed the sound of the wailing to a brown satchel that hung precariousl