No one ever understood you
How you think
The way you work
Even Chaos laughed at you
Not even he could understand
But there's something to your madness
That seems to draw me closer to you
Are you really the villain I was told you were?
In this mess of a mind
I can understand you
You almost sound like me
Like we are one in the same
Maybe we are
Maybe we hold pieces of each other
That no one else will see
And no one else will understand
That in this fucked up world
Of "angels" and "saints"
The devil is the only one to care about me
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A/N: This is not a poem saying I sympathize with the the devil. The poem was about being different and outcast from others. Not fitting in with those around you, except for the other people cast aside by society.
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Amateur poetry from an amateur poet
PoetryNothing more than my word vomit poetry. I'm not that great a poet (as shown by my previous abandoned poetry book) but I just have these poems sitting and collecting dust, so yeah, might as well. Most if not all poems carry a trigger warning (discuss...
