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Caught up in the battles, the bloodshed, the war
All that time, thinking I was strong
Thinking that I came from a weakling
Into something better, someone that can stand on their feet
Someone proud, someone who was comfortable in their own skin
But looking in the mirror, I do not see me.
I see this monster
This strange, twisted demon looking back
Someone who takes pleasure in seeing the hurt of others
Someone who sucks the happiness out of the ones who are actually there
Where has the years gone
Deep inside, there is a kinder person
Gentle, forgiving, a saint in the world of demons
I refuse to be the demon
To drown all emotion away for sorrow
When happiness lies all around me
No more, no more
Today is a new day.
A new beginning.
 SPSBipolarbear · Mon Jul 26, 2010 @ 09:03pm · 0 Comments |
