I am indeed guilty, of not seeing the monster that larks in the depth of my soul
Of the darkness in my eyes and the and the dangers I often let unfold
I'm guilty for building a facade of love for the people around whom i honestly can't stand when they surround me
I'm guilty of finding love distasteful for caring and missing when I should be hateful
For deluding you all and letting you think I care
But I'm not sorry I'm just to making things clear
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Interlude
PoetryA book of poems and random thoughts a book of turmoil and how I'm lost without a cause read this this I think you'll enjoy it, but please do remember I'm not a real poet
