Just in case quick author's note: Some words I use are not common so I'll put them here so you don't have to look them up. Nanking is referring to this horrible genocide in China, really bad. Caisson is a depression or missing piece. Fetter is chains, you're welcome for the vocab lesson kid.
I commited murder, almost as bloody as that of Nanking
I've left myself with the same old empty feeling
No one comes to rescue me and I'm too weak to save myself
I put my final soulless mask up atop my shelf
I look down a long hall of long faces that once hugged mine like a second skin
Hiding that of my caisson expressions way back when
I was just learning if I wanted a companion I'd have to change for their better
Now I have come to my worst and have only tightened my fetters
I am alone and left to my own devices, but I find I don't know what I want to do
Because I don't know what's me anymore and after all the transformations I went through
I can't be surprised, but now I've ruined me and must spend another lifetime figuring myself out
But when you feel inadequate and like the scum of the earth you begin to doubt
But having cut all my losses, burning all my worn bridges, and leaving paths not meant for me
I am alone, yes, but for some reason I feel free
Last Quick A/N: This is my last poem for the Friends poem book. Because I simply don't have that many left and all this poem writing about them just makes me get attached to seasonal characters. So thanks for reading if you read this far. You should totally tell me what you think. Leave comments! No one ever does... Check out my other stuff if you like this. Just talk to me, an lonely soul.
