Misunderstood in all I am, all I do
I draw people in, without realising
The effect I can have, the pain I can cause
But I mean no harm, I myself am torn
Torn between loving now, or thinking ahead
Driven to be cold, from many past mistakes
Deep down, I am sure I don't even have a soul
As I believe, years ago, it was sold
Trust me, I wish I could change
Wish I could feel and relate
But some days, I feel nothing at all, no emotion
While other days I am smothered in them, caught up in the adoration
My mind is blocked, my heart is trapped and my soul is damned
And I don't even feel I deserve a chance
While corpses lay in my path, I step over them
You think I mock them but I mourn them
Knowing how many more there are to come
Telling me how much I mean to some
When I know the truth, it is infatuation
A small bump in the road in the wrong direction
The one admired is the one left alone
Driven from their temporary throne
Once on top, once lusted for and maybe loved
Soon to be nothing
A fond memory, a sweet smile
A distant thought
That is what I am to so many
So how am I meant to believe again?
When I have no expectation...
Yet you expect so much of me
Can't you see?
I can't promise a thing
Not when I have no real feelings
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Ethereal Abyss
PoetryPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
