Mga Tula (Poems)

Mirroring Myself

Everytime I look at the mirror, I can't change the fact who I was.

Having an angelic face, but a demon resides in it.

How merciless of despair for living with this demon-resides body.

What is wrong for chasing the pleasure this body longing for?

Reminiscing the past, this body can't take how cruel it was.

Carefully calculated, but turns out to be impulsively inappropriate acts.

People envies, and invades my concealed yesterday.

I trained my self for living such savage life, but I never expected it may come to be this miserable.

It hurts to see them provoking my true colors, provoking my true nature.

How dare of you for triggering my inner me whom I buried long ago?

All the things I built up for years it all came to waste.

I feel sorry for what I can do to them because no matter what I will make them to compensate for all they had done to me

I can't take this humiliations anymore.

I left the richest and abundant life just to enter the world of servants, the world of cripples.

For my berserk gestures, I ended their lives single-handedly.

In the end, all my effort on hiding the past is useless.

It really is difficult changing the fact of being the Demon Princess.

Will people accept who I used to be?

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This poem came from the story Mirroring Myself which was pretty made myself. If you didn't read the story, just look for One Shot Stories Compilation I pretty made myself also. Thanks for reading in advance.

–outofwordtheater