They say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
But my beholder is my inner demon
And my inner demon is my subconscious
The worst part of me
The haunting part of me
Where the darkness controls me
Clothed me in pain, beauty and rage
I was hoping it would all change
You took my passions, and buried it with my soul
You took my heart and stomped on it like the bugs all crawling in your mother couch
Yeah I got the jokes, see I could never let you control me
Did you forget what I once told you
How those lames could ruin you
Well baby you were a lame and I could never let you ruin me
I was a masterpiece
The finest of all pieces
I couldn't be sold for millions
A colllection, of pure poka dots
So tell me
How does the demons see me
Are they memorized by my beauty cause some days I find myself laughing at the fact that I think there's beauty
So tell me
How can someone ever love me
Tell me, tell me
Do you see me
I mean I'm screaming save me and you just left me
Whoever told you that you could abandon the home you made in me
It's true
I am the beholder of my peace
I hold the canvas of art in my hand
Listen
I truly a masterpiece
Do you see this beauty,
Do you see the beauty god has placed in me
Cause I
I am the beholder of my masterpiece
So now I know
And I'm screaming fuck you, than peace
Cause you could never love me
Honestly you couldnt understand the master that built me as a piece
So I'm screaming piece
For I AM A MASTERPIECE

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The Hidden Mind
ПоэзияThe hidden mind is a book of poetry. It is my misinterpreted story, the most beautiful misunderstood thing about me. It will be a collect of chapters from my personal poetry journal and I do hope you all enjoy it.