I am born into dangerous race
Not limited by physical toll.
Not defined by common appearances
But our unwavering, sadistic soul.
Friendships of malicious intention,
Knives pointed at turned backs.
We share in a cruel understanding
Of false love and trust traps.
When the curtain of night falls
Our diligent acts crumble.
The self-hatred is overwhelming,
In darkness, tears will tumble.
But in the spotlight of day
The deadly facades return.
Just smile on through your guilt,
Lets watch our friends burn.
We are the scissor-tongue girls
We delight in causing pain.
Programmed with no mercy
Human shell and robotic brain.
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Quiet Thoughts
PoetryThis is my collection of poems I have written this past year. Most of them are not about personal experience but of the experiences people around me have been forced to endure.
