I'm not a person
I'm just a sheep
Being blended by a shepherd
I'm sorry
Maybe I should just make a solo pack
With just me
I thought I can be part of a pack
I guess not
I thought I was a good going wolf
I guess not
I am good at solos and being by myself
I guessed right
Just leave the door closed
I didn't want to walk in
I'm going to my old self
A dark self of omniscient
But only with myself.
I have put my pack and my back in things I should've just backed down from.
I push but there's no pull anymore.
I fell in my place again, and I'll never step out.
I'm going back to my old name, the hated.
~The Hated
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Poetry From A Mind Of Growth
PoetryIt's about Androids and Artificial intelligence thinking process and what they might be. Read if you dare and see if you can handle the darkness and shed light on this story
