Poem 84

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This is making me sick
I did not realize
My behavior
I am not who I say
God, I convinced myself
I swore I was good
I promised I was pure
But it seems I am not
I didn't mean to tarnish my name
But it seems I have done so
I promise I'm good at heart
I know my boundaries
I swear I have them
I feel my stomach acid settle
My mind is laughing
It wants to destroy me
Is this its way of doing so?
I am good
I promise I am pure
It just felt nice
But I know now
I am a push over
My mind is evil
Bodies and feelings
I should leave alone
This is not me, I swear
I promise I am pure

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