I look into it who is this stranger? full of lies and hate, such an ugly soul not an optimist, not ambitious, but an individual The hands of the world cover my eyes sheltering and protecting my view I push away recovering sight of this monster ticks of time freeze as each step gets closer to this.....thing My arm extends my fingers fridged a sweaty palm A tear drop flops on this terrible image My hand touches this flat reflection I begin to cry This beastial figure begins to cry Then together we break
Reason for writing:
This poem I wrote is about the world.I wrote it because people portray beautiful people or buisness people as normal, sane, kind people. When sometimes they aren't exactly! You yourself can also change too even without noticing.It's telling the message to be true and be true to yourself.
Birth sign: Libra
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