Crownd with shame,
holding flowers of regret,
wearing a dress of guilt,
shoes laced with lies,
skin covered in broken rules,
lips mopped with secrets.
Eyes fixated on hungry wishes,
mind running on temptation,
blood infused with sins
that I call mine.
I was created by broken pieces of a wrongful truth.
A past that affected me to be a different self.
You caused this.
I do it for attention because I don't get enough.
So when you see me,
thank yourself for creating the person I am.
YOU ARE READING
To another soul: Poems #wattys2017
Poetry[COMPLETED] These are my original poems that I created. I am a poet and I love poetry with all my heart, and I find it unique to write poems with unheard voices of your conscious. My original poems are about my past, present, and future; along with...
