Do you know what its like
To fight yourself every night
Feel the pounding of your own fist
To never get any rest
I see myself as another stranger
And I know I'm in so much danger
I kept weapons where no one would see
Found solace in the fact that they were only meant for me
What do you see when you look into my eyes
Only the masquerade dressed in pretty lies
Will you see it too late
That I have already chosen my fate
Do you see me when I shut myself off from you
Do you wish there's something you can do
Do you even see me screaming for you to help me
Or maybe you just don't want to see
Sometimes there's a place I go
One of which I don't think you know
I know it seems dark and ugly but I call it home
Even though, Every time more of me is gone
It's covered in lies and dirt
Held solely together by my hurt
Crimson stains it's broken windows
But its were my heart can let go
I realize I should hate this place
That it breaks me in so many ways
Within its tainted walls
The darkness always calls
But it sees me for what I am
Just a child raised by a ruthless man
And that's what the world refuses to see
I have been molded into more than I should ever be
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
