I hate the kid who sees the world
Through tinted glass and painted swirls
That little girl who nods along
To someone else's harmful song-
Over time she sings her own
But harm breeds harm
And wrong knows wrong.
The song that she begun to sing
Is but a petty fairy tale
The way she sees her own world now
Is blind to all the harm she hails.
She sees herself one day, at last
The blade turns back to her;
She feels the harm she caused bite back
And her heart hurts in turn
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Edited 11/14/2024
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
