Every day, every night,
her shadow always is a fright.
I try not to believe
and still, I stay positive.
Whenever I feel alone,
when I'm in my comfort zone,
and even when the crowd accompanies me,
her creepy picture is what I always see
Seldom, I see her eyes become bright,
Oftentimes, I see her bleed and cry.
Her hands are in chains,
As I can feel, she's in pain..
She whispers unwanted words,
which can't even be destroyed by a sword
Coz she's a fiendish, a torturer, a user
making whines dominate over laughter
She decreases my confidence,
making my spirit bend,
And every time I look in the mirror,
What I see is a thin line between me and her.
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Sanity in the Asylum
PoesíaThese poems are made out of vanity . Read them if you like, it's composed of mixed themes (depression, love, happiness, sadness, people, society, blessedness, and others,.. ). :)
