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*Looks like somebody got creative. Lol!*
She's cursing
Her real self is revealed
If only she was quiet
Maybe, it wouldn't be offended — silence
In hiding all this while
Pretending to be innocent, not sly
Nice try, nice try
But clumsy, you gave yourself away
That moment of remorse
When you thought you were worse
Trying to see if you could
Be anything else than you should
Gave a portion of your skin
To the searching light
That made him believe
You were not all that you seemed
Deep down, I understand you
It's not simple to transform — renew
While holding on
To the primary things you knew
It's like a tug–of–war
Two parts of you separated by a wall
Desperately wanting to heed the call
But your feelings rise and then you fall
Frustration kicks in
More anguish sweeps in
Then you get all lousy
Rattling like a machine gun, very angry, very noisy
You're tired of trying
You're a liar but you hate lying
You'd rather prefer dying
Anything but crying
She's cursing
Her real self is revealed, disgusting
If only she was quiet
Maybe, it wouldn't be offended — silence
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
