Once I was an other person
Kind, understanding, caring
What you see now is not me
It's cruelty made by terror
All my life running
And fear clutching my chest
Terror taking control
I gre tired, stopped hiding
Defeated those who chased me
And destroyed my humanity
I don't have two sides
Just one: the Evil
Which will destroy
Tear you apart
Because terror made me cruel.
-J.
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The Wildness Of Souls
PoetryFrom love to pain. Some back and forth. My poems contain my soul, my thoughts. Some more, some less. Some are better, some are a simple creation written down in the spur of the moment. Some are more true, more honest than you'll ever know. And some...
