How do I express myself.
As anything more than mere fragments.
Parts of me are lost.
Buried beneath the weight of myself.
I long to tie it all together.
But my memory is amiss.
What did I aspire to be as a child.
How did I look.
Outside of the villain I was made out to be.
Who was the kid supposed to become.
The void within tells me this is wrong.
The serious shell is askew.
Melancholy wasn't the goal.
Forever unsatisfied.
For what pain inflicts my soul.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
PoetryFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
