Sitting on each side of a cross crossed world starring back at myself
Some times I wonder was it worth all the wealth?
After all the pain
Is it really worth it to reign.
Or was it all just done in vain.
Because on one table I sit I am a king
But the other I am a horribly altered thing
Similar to a monster
But then again I'm not sure
Who I am anymore.
If only there were a door
To start a new reality
Oh how I'd cry never no more
To let go of my malicey.
And give up this crown
Then maybe I could rise from the groun'
You see
Things weren't always easy
But I thought I made the right choice
Evening the score
but staring in this mirror
Is quit quite.
I can no longer rejoice
For I don't see
me.
Anymore.
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Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
