I look into your angry eyes. I see your fear, pain, and pitiful lies. Who am I to denounce your message? Your angry eyes to give a presage. I see your irises cloud with rage. The feelings you hide behind a cold-barred cage. But you lie through those eyes, how many times I can't tell. You lied and said that all would be well. Your angry eyes said all I needed to know. Your angry eyes are cold like winter and snow.
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Pitiful
Poetry"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
