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Poetry

My words are withered because they suck. A collection of some of my poems. If they're poems at all. (:

Someone else

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by danielarodriguezz

by danielarodriguezz

I've turned into someone else.
My old self set aside on a shelf.
Along with dusty dreams
and a heart stitched with the seams
of someone else.

I've turned into someone else.
Someone who gives others hell.
Their gaze burning with envy.
Someone so angry
of someone else.

I've turned into someone else.
Please, provide me with help.
They're consuming me
and there's nothing left to be
of someone else.