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from the moment you stepped outside
all the clubs of society sent a cold eye
ever but of comfort that you seek
will never offer anything more than a little peek
turning your trust to hurt
your world begins to lift with a spurt
drowning yourself in the love you never felt
let it slowly fill up your chest
gulping down, you have no speak of fear
swallowing at all, you have no room for tears
you spend daylight passed out inside
always passing their glaring judging glares aside
while in the night you come out like burnt out light
hoping to find some new sight to ignite
the loving fortune you try to confine
but instead you end up mistaking your beers for crying
saying healing is solitude, but all alone you're dying
that cold pit in your stomach, replaced with the poison of love
but it's lacing you with lies that can't be undone
each member of society avoids you as you try and reach out
and you know that those bottles replaced your inscrutable doubt
but all those bottles ever did was screw you up
they further bruised the face you tried so hard to cover up
with the time that passes, you'll learn it's not enough
that the love you once craved turned into something rough
even though it's the only thing you've never given up.
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'identity'- poetry
Poetry"perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be" a poem book exploring struggles with identity, emotions, and finding a place where you belong (a few of these poems are from my other poem book "inside me".)
