No saint

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I was invisible.

They thought I was gone,

But I stood right there,

Unable to speak any more.


Yet I called, I yelled, I cried,

All to deaf ears,

All to blind eyes,

Being dragged away by my fears.


I was chained.

They thought they set me free,

but they couldn't,

No one could but me.


But I went mad,

I loved the pain,

The cold surrounding my heart,

wouldn't let anything in.


I was broken.

They thought I was fine,

But deep down where no heart could reach,

My demons ran wild.


But I looked brand new,

My smile deceived,

The mask on my face covering the horror,

that breathed underneath.


I am bitter.

They think I smile for happiness,

A normal person,

Blind to the underlying darkness.


Now I tell my self,

I'm not innocent,

I can fool them all,

But I'm no saint.

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