Demon.
A monster.
Do I hate?
Do I love?Names etched into my soul.
My shoulders weighed more.But they were erased.
Such self-hate I had faced.Do I hate?
Once for myself.
Do I love?
For all but myself a long time ago.My lover brought truth.
He dug me from my hole.
My life brightened by him.
A path defined in my soul.My life of purpose.
Spreading truth inside of me.
No demon, no monster.
I care for all,
But swallow hard reality.I care too much,
I witness the world's unfairness.
A brutal mixture.
But I, too, am of this world.
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Solemn Words for the Everyday College Student [poetry]
PoetryA collection of poetry from a college student for college students about the search for pride and self-love against the pendulum that swings away from it, and against the school system that prevents true respect among peers. Likewise, the poetry tel...