Staring in the mirror
My memory faded in black and white
Did I do this right?
Should I go back?
Do I want this?
Who am I?
It all comes down to this
Confused and hurt inside
In church I learned
Hurt people hurt people
And healed people heal people
Which one am I?
Acting like this and I have another life
2 sided person with a lot of lies
I'm selfish, self conceded
Who am I?
It's not easy to understand
I runaway from all my problems
No second look back at it
Something goes wrong all the time
I rather not solve it
Because you wouldn't understand
I haven't learn to heal
I hide myself inside
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Gain Pain
PoetryYour mind tells stories of all things. Your mind believes whatever you want it to believe. Some right or wrong, some absolutely right, some thoughts suicidal, depressed, and dark. This is a tell all of the mind or at least what's going on in mines.
