Nobody said it would be easy,
Running away from your family.
Hiding your pain is the only way,
To keep you quite,
I've been silent for over a couple months,
The temptation is slowly eating me inside,
To scream and shout from pain.
But running I'm used to,
I've ran away from bullies physically,
I ran away from my father mentally,
I've ran away from love open admittedly.
The difference between then and now,
Is the fact love caused that pain,
But now I hate,
Hating myself every second of my existence.
The difference now is that I have my laces untied,
I keep falling flat on my face...
It's time to sever my laces,
My ties,
My hate,
My emotion...
My love.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
