I have been thinking, asking, facing the mirror
No distractions, listening, looking at the monster
These thoughts, are maddening, seeking horror
That instance, a conclusion, the opposition of 2 persons
How can you know me when I don't?
How can you change me when I won't?
Behind that smile hides the creatures
Malice, vile, anger, and pain are their nature
A thousand can be equal to one
One can equal thousands
I am guilty of my actions
I hope for salvation
Looking at the sky with contemplation
Asking the Lord to exorcise my demons.
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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...
