Three
211 Words
The monster I avoided became me,
And society has become what I dreaded it to be.
I do not want your pity,
But it is better than mockery.
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The forest is where the past and present merge,
Where fantasy and reality collide,
An escape for solitary confinement,
Away from people who only gave you torment.
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Everyone is unaware of my sadness,
No one saved me from darkness,
Now I will bring them madness,
Why should I offer goodness?
When they only gave me nothingness.
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I express my torments
through writing laments
communicating with ink and paper
than people who do not bother.
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Hither I stand,
With a poem so bland,
My mind is full of sand,
I cannot make a poem so grand,
For today, my inspiration is a deserted land.
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I have no regrets as I flee,
Since I was born all I have is me.
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She imagined she was dead,
A bullet straight to her head.
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Whenever I am empty with sorrow,
I let not myself swallow
Making my eyes and stomach hollow,
Hiding in my cold and dark burrow.
Whenever I am empty with sorrow,
I feel so cold and hollow,
Alone in my dark burrow,
My misery — I swallow.
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