Tonight's the night which it breaks free
The thing I was trying to keep contained in me
I can't control how long it's caged
The monster of pure burning rage
If you leave now, this is what I'll be
A lifeboat drifting on an endless sea
Consumed by hate, lust, and envy
No matter the sorrow, it evokes no pity
There is no telling what I might do
My only excuse is to place the blame on you
It's not your fault, I sought no help
I never understood how I really felt
I see things move in the corners of my eyes
Shadows that make me realize I despise
That which I wish that I could be
A childish and useless fantasy
I guess it doesn't exactly matter now
Time is simply running out
I've wasted my time on things that simply cannot be
When all along there was never really a "You", only a me.
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Talking to Myself
PoetrySad poetry I write when I need to vent about something. I share it in hopes of someone being able to relate to what I write and maybe it will help them. I feel this part of my life has concluded and a similar yet new ongoing poetry collection will b...
