Becoming the person I hated,
A fate so cruel and heartless,
Always despising this person,
Always wishing I wasn't them.
But now I am them,
I have become the one I despised the most,
The feelings of hate and anger,
Are still there, but they are towards myself.
A constant battle of disgust,
A constant battle of rage,
A constant battle of hatred,
Towards the person I have become.
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Nope. It's getting too sad. Next one is happy, I promise
Jan. 26, 2024
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𝐎𝐡, 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥.
PoetryMy soul speaks as my soul will. Do not silence it. Some of those poems are just for fun but in the end, they were all written by me, so please don't take any credit from them 1k reads on 24.02.24
