It's been so long since I've seen your faces,
yet I remember them all the same.
You have already forgotten about me, I'm sure.
Yet, there's no way that I can forget anyone who caused me pain.
Tried to cut me out of the picture,
but we were supposed to comrades.
I spent my all making us the best,
but now I see I've seen that I fell for a facade.
You made me feel isolated,
shattered my mind into pieces.
How was I supposed to know,
you weren't the ones to believe in?
Do you know my pain?
The pain of being an exile in your own home?
The pain of being outcasted everywhere you go?
The pain of being surrounded by people, yet alone?
You all hated me endlessly,
and I still can't find the reason.
Even if you envied me, I still loved you,
now, I'm here calling treason.
But, in the end, I should really thank you,
after all, if not for you, I would've never gotten this strong.
You hardened my heart and filled me with rage,
and that's why I've survived for this long.
Thank you for making me feel stupid,
because that allowed me to better my mind.
Thank you for making me hate myself,
because that allowed me to leave my old self behind.
Thank you for making me feel like I'm alone,
now I have more friends than foe.
Thank you for making me feel weak,
now I'm stronger than you'll ever know.
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Dare to Believe: Volume 2
PoesiaA series of poems, long or short, made with intent of inspiring whomever reads them. At least, that's what I wanted. Volume Two has poetry about Christianity, and also poetry expressing dark thoughts. They each have many heavy inspirations such as m...
