I have my mother's fury and wrath,
My father's ability to stay cold in the aftermath.
Or his rock hard path.
That grazes my skin and creates a blood path.
Because I was born as a child of war,
Never meant to be anyone's shining star.
I don't deserve love the purest kind,
Because its me who has the twisted mind.
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Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PuisiNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
