The rain pattered against the cabin windows, streaking down the glass like fingers clawing to get inside. Amelia’s hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, nails digging into the worn wood as the voice echoed in her head.

_She’s not who she says she is._

It was absurd. Claire had been her best friend since college since late-night study sessions and cheap wine in dorm rooms. They’d seen ea...

"Elle n'est pas celle qu'elle prétend être."

La voix de Rose n'était qu'un murmure.

"C'est une dame pas gentille... Elle dit qu'elle est notre grand-mère."

Sophie se figea.

"Ah bon ?" demanda-t-elle, incertaine.

Encore une histoire de fantôme. Sa fille de cinq ans en parlait souvent, mais jamais elle n'aurait imaginé ressentir, même un instant, que quelque chose clochait vraiment.

Son cœur ba...

I do not look cheap

I am the most expensive thing you can buy to eat

I dont need to wipe off my makeup

To fit your image

I am not the little girl I once was

I have grown up

I look different now

Its ok to accept it

My life has changed

In more ways than one

For the good and the bad

Just please dont be sad

I put on the makeup

Dont judge me please

It makes me feel pretty

So refrain from the tease

...

“Katie! Wake up!”

Cold hands gripped my shoulders as they shook me hard. I jolted awake, my heart thudding against my chest. Disoriented by the room—pitch black, except for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the sheer curtains.

_What the hell?_

My eyes darted around the bedroom before locking on Joy, kneeling on the floor beside me. Her brows creased with concern.

“What’s going on?” I gru...

“She’s not who she says she is.”

That’s what I always hear. Whispered, or even screamed, behind my back. She’s a witch, she’s a terror, she’s a demon.

The last one is the closet to the truth.

For I am not some mundane human who has some glitchy powers, nor someone whose purpose is to scare others. No, I am the devil himself.

Or herself, I suppose. It’s strange, isn’t it, how all depictions of t...

She isn’t who she says she is

She says that they are her friends

But I know she sees them

As ingrown and inconsequential

As I see them

She says she listens to anything

But I know she likes

Hypnagogic, psychedelic, DaDa, prog shit

Like me

She isn’t who she says she is

She says she likes sports

But I know it’s just to be popular

I know she likes drawing, and hiking

And Hanging out in my room

I...

She is not who she says she is. She wants to be a Queen, she wants to be the boss, she is a sucker. I am the King of the this domain.

Let me introduce myself, I am Huey. Baby Huey because she is a Queen, Queen of the bitches....

She says shes ok

But she cries on the inside

Helps the others be ok

Before she lets herself fall apart

Shes not who she says she is

Walks upon this earth

Her body aching with pain

But she says she is fine

She is not who she says she is

Writing out the words

To try and solve her problems

But it only takes the pain away for a bit

Shes not who she says she is...

“They all think I killed him !”

Rachel was desperate now , no one else believed her and this was her only choice .

“And who’s …fault is that ?”A calm voice echoed - the kind of voice that kept secrets yet would flee at any sign of danger .

“Please help me !” The young girl stared desperately into the eyes of the being that raised her .

“Rachel …” the voice was sympathetic “ I can not help you “...

I know she not who she say she is because when w all left i forgot something and when i went to go garb it i she was taking off a wig...