So pure,
but,
so dark,
a pure mind,
twists and turns into evil,
the dark grows,
n my outside first,
the dark consumes me,
I scream,
I run,
there is no escape,
I look,
nothing,
just a game,
the heart,
so cold,
no matter how deep we cut,
the blood doesn't run out,
our smile so bright,
so innocent,
it's only a stereo type,
a disguise,
innocent we are not,
we're twisted, evil and sick,
by day an angel,
by day a monster,
in the light we have a shadow,
in the dark we have a light,
we are the pure but different by madness
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Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind
PoetryThis poetry is written from the bottom of my heart, I try to put a lot of emotion into it and some of it is written from personal experiences, mostly the sad ones. There's one called "I'am Bipolar", which means a lot to me as Demi Lovato was diagn...
