You stem from the grape vine and, pretend this a joke,
Sending internal messages like im suppose to understand the hope,
You are fake,
A flake,
A lier,
A cheater,
A traitor,
You ruined my life,
Now,
my veins burn with hell,Unable to
contain the beast,
It wants to see you in shreds,
Finally the day you are vanquished,
is the day it rains fromthe heavens,
The tears which have soiled the ground,
Drenched my dreams,
Leaving me in an unbearable reality,
I amshaking and quivering,
While I realize,The disgust in your face,
The judgment in your eyes,
The perception of me,
That I am such a hideous monster,
You cannot face me
Because the face you believe to be true,
is clouded by others who judge me too,
You do not understand me,You do not know me,
ThereforeStop the scheming,
I am not who you believe,
I am me,
which is not defined by your borders,But your reality has set me free,
You are the disgusting beast,
Infiltrating me,
Time for the beast to die,
Im saying goodbye,
Until you are proven worthy,
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Side note:Fake friends aren't reality but,
A fake fantasy
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Chapters of Irrationality
PoetryI write emotional poetry and try to create beautiful imagery as I describe all the situations that people deal with in their lives. This is a collection of my true inner thoughts and feelings. Yet, I like to keep little mystery so I am curious to k...