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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Personal · #2196111
A miserable poem
People say they know me well,
but I've built a happy mask-shaped wall.
People say they see me different,
but I've burnt everything slowly inside of me.
People say they feel like I do,
but I've become so restless and numb.

You're not the people though,
you know I have the fire running through my veins,
you know you can see the hell through my eyes,
you know you can hear my demons screaming at night.

Dear, heavenly walking inside,
inside my vicious, virtuous dark place;
divinely talking to my weak,
weak body, bring in some light.
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