It was inevitable.
I fell for the first time, on my knees,
All those years ago, when I within saw the cracks,
To bear it all, I tried, but i was too young to have seen it,
To hold myself together, I tried, but I was too weak.
I fell again, after some time, when I hidden lies heard,
All those years ago, but a little grown was I now,
I tried to hide it inside but it works naught like that,
It built up inside me, and choked me, killed me.
I fell, hard this time, when the faces behind the masks were revealed,
the scarred and black features, and the sneers behind the smiles,
I tried to recognize them, tried to find the familiar faces amidst,
But the fear was too strong, and it towered high above.
and now I'm on the ground again, and the reason behind,
not the cracks, or the lies, or the reality,
But the realization that the pain, the guilt and the fear,
turned me into the people I had run away from all my life,
That I fought against them all my life,
Only to find out just like them I had become.
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Predestined
PoetryThe sun slowly faded and gave way to the dark, An unknown journey on which I must embark, It was predestined, this is the way it was meant to be all along. This is where I was meant to be, all along.
