I am hungry
My soul is starving
Loss since the beginning
I have forgotten what I was looking
Youth burning inside
Monster, cold, sinister in mind
The big bad wolf is how I am describe
Fear, I can see in their eyes
Hate, I can hear through their mouth
Actions equal consequences now I realize
Chained at the end of the line
My crime, guilty of Pride.
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
