Dearest Diamond, always hidden,
Humans aren't that I hate,
Though cruelty is their fate.
Rather I disgust only me,
For I'm never what I aspire to be.
I am mad,
My brain riddled and sad.
I'm anxiety,
My mind a home to D.I.D.
My panic is abnormally obtuse,
My mentality, a screw loose.
I may switch and say something I do not wish to pray.
Of course, you wonder, what's amiss?
The fact is, I'm a masochist.
Honesty, what you value so,
Is a gem I price unfairly low.
Love, your friend, your archenemy,
Love, Coal, that no one wants to be.
YOU ARE READING
Poesy and Prose
PoetryContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
