I don't trust you but I trust you more than I do myself.
I have no control over who I am.
Pure evil or misunderstood?
It's a fine line
They say if you do the crime you do the time.
I won't get caught
You'll start to forget about me but then I'll spring back up.
You can't get rid of me.
Over my dead body will you forget about me.
Is life a curse or blessing?
It's all so confusing
Too short to enjoy
You don't love me and that's okay
You adore my presence, you worship me
We are both sick
Only he can heal me
YOU ARE READING
Brutally ME
PoetryOriginal poems Just original poems I have written. They are deep, true and pretty damn real. Read them or don't.
