As I stare into their eyes I can feel their hate. It wraps around my heart making me fear my fate. I try to figure out what could be their cause. As they step closer to me I realize that I can't make them pause. I try to convince them to stop but they get even closer to me. I try to understand what their going through but it only makes me angry. I try to wonder how their heart can be so dim. Then it hits me the reason their so mad is because I'm stuck staring at them.
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Sick Twisted Poetry
PoetryJust some stuff that comes out of my head. mostly poems. Weird people like myself might like it. Enjoy (:
