The world could end today and I won't feel a thing
How could I when always called evil
The look in their eyes playing the victims
Being judged and branded as the bandit
I asked myself who is the real devil?
Those acting friendly but inside hypocrites
Or he who is honest with a bunch of enemies
Cowards gather in numbers to oppress a king
Tarnished and stained his name because they couldn't be him
Humans are greedy and that greed turns to jealousy
What is pretty outside, inside can be ugly
I am in pain, I turn it to rage, these feelings inside of me
Dear Lord, am I at fault? Please save me before I sin
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
