You can see
I'm dying inside myself,
my pitiful lies and
diabolic insensitivety.
Everyday,
I say the same words you know
are not true.
"I'm okay."
Lies, lies, lies.
I'm trying my best to stay sane,
but do I want with everything I have,
to just lose control.
I feel like if I do,
I'm going to hurt myself and others,
but I want it so badly.
I don't have the stomach for it.
I'm too weak to
hold so much power and
responsibility in my hands.
I'm just a peasant,
looking for fairness,
but too terrified.

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Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.