My poems

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I'm walking in,
My over casting sins,
Written on every inch of my skin,
It makes me cringe from within.

My stomach twists,
It's so soft and swift,
It causes this shift,
My body resists.

I see the scars in lives I have gave,
In other people I have made,
I try to be brave,
For I'll never be forgave,
I know I have dug my own grave.

I might me wrong,
But I am strong,
I've been scared for far to long,
Fear in me does not belong.

I've seen so many disappear,
Over this year,
Some sincere,
Or severe,
All have seem to brought tears.

I'm told to be shallow,
I have no shadow,
My heart is hallow,
And I have no value.

I do not weep,
Nor do I sleep,
Refuse to eat,
I'm too lonely.

I hate my reflection,
I only see imperfection,
It's my perceptions,
My minds deception,
My own rejections.

I am not them,
I don't wish for revenge,
In strange events,
Only to avenge,
Not to offend,
Only to defend.

I will be strong,
Even though I haven't been all along.