The people hurt,
the people push,
they hate me so much.
I hate myself just as much.
It's terrifying and painful all at the same time.
Why does my life continue?
My soul's light is dimming,
My heart's defiance is dying
And my brain is deceiving me.
They crave the fame,
They scream my name in mockery and rakis rapture.
Am I so bad that even the little voices in my head join in with the people's chants?
- Stolen_Words17
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Got a poem? I'll put it into this book and give you credit. This book is just going to be where I put all of mine.
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