fallen hero
I consider myself broken,
A monster within this petite form,
When I walk in public,
I keep my head down,
I do not dare to speak unless I have to,
And when I do decide to speak,
The words that leave my lips are venomous,
I'm like this because I hate fake people,
I rather be rude and scare them away,
Than keeping them in my life like pests,
Some consider me cold and harsh,
But the ones who truly know me,
They know it's the way I am,
They know I've been morphed into the person I am,
And they dare not to change me either,
They accept the way I am,
And in return,
I am nice.
The ones who stayed,
Rather than walking away,
Know I am a fragile girl within this monstrous form.
And they also know,
I am more broken than I appear.
I am,
Indeed,
A fallen hero.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
