The person in the mirror
Even he despise me
Because sometimes even he is missing from my life.
Where did the people go to escape my specter?
I need to know, to hide as well.
Forgiveness I cannot
Why give such pleasure?
No liar deserves it
Specially no coward
Idiosyncrasy
What makes me be Me
Curse
What makes me be Me
Tide to my soul
Possesion of demons
Manipulated by heart
Leave me
Leave me to die
That's the only way
I can forget
I can leave
Me
We are not born to be a certain way, but sometimes what we become is our demise.
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PoetryRegrets by a normal human being that, by using poetry, says "sorry" and "is your fault". Who to say it is dedicated it to you the reader? Or to no one?
