I remember him Perfectly. At times it feels like I was given a little demon I can't get rid of An anger constantly waiting for the right moment to burst A shame no one would have guessed lies behind the facade of my delightful smile A burning fire inside my heart that I both hate … Continue reading Under the Stairs
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The “Michael” Wound
Even if I forgive him And accept him for who he is He could never rise to his duty Because change is below him And he is who he is. "You can't miss what you never knew" Isn't always true Because when I look at other people I see the previews Of something beautiful I … Continue reading The “Michael” Wound
Under Revision
I hate myself. I have for a while. It's just now apparent to me. With one eye I glare inwardly with disgust And regret. While the other Gleams upon others with desire. I'm trying to kill Who I am And bring to life Who I am not. Because I Am not Enough. At least not … Continue reading Under Revision
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