there is something truly rotten about me
deep down in my core
and i keep wondering
when the elixir of pure hatred
with whispers of evil serum i've concocted inside my brain
the only antidote being deep in my essence
to the right of my insecurities
straight ahead to self-doubt
i think it near impossible to drown out the voice that scream
how abnormal i am
and everyday i wonder
when they'll stop
or if they ever will
so i'm left here
drowning
cracking inside my skull
a scuffle with my path
the water enters my soul
and i crave the replenishment
But to my dismay
the dark, dry void i've fabricated
is tainted with deadly sins
greed forces my eyes bleed emerald
lust fills me with a insatiable hunger
wrath makes my blood boil
envy overweighs them all
making me jealous over what was never mine
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sonder
Poetrythe realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.