Was it always your intention to do this
always your intention to lie
always fabricated
your fault and yet
never to blame
you play your cards well
But you and i both know
you aren't a victim here
with your privileged hands
with ungrateful eyes
and a rotten heart
i hope
your cruel intentions
eat you alive
YOU ARE READING
ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
