Darkness inside me
isolation put me at ease
tapping my fingers,
my wounds healed
i became distant
aiming at my head
i pulled the tigger
in an instant
a fight with my brother,
im defeated
yelling at my sister
but with just a stern voice from my father,
i yielded
scoundrel, thats me
feeling like a villain
well, maybe
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PoetryA girl's anthology. She write to let out her thoughts, to escape and for her wounds to heal.
