I saw in the mirror
Not one but two
I felt an etch of fear
What should I do
One has an evil sneer
And very beckoning eyes
She tends to spread fear
And fill people with lies
The other is kind
With eyes filled to the brim with fear
Goodness fills her mind
And there is no essence of fear
I seem to be both of them
At the very different of times
Goodness may stem
But also crimes
Why can't I just be one
With goodness flowing through my heart
Where no evil is done
And I get a fresh start
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The Death Poems: Collection 3
ПоэзияMy third collection of poems about death, sin, leaving, unhappiness, etc. I hope everyone likes these as much as the other two collections.
