Beast

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You stem from the grape vine and, pretend this a joke,

Sending internal messages like im suppose to understand the hope,

You are fake,

A flake,

A lier,

A cheater,

A traitor,

You ruined my life,

Now,
my veins burn with hell,

Unable to

contain the beast,

It wants to see you in shreds,

Finally the day you are vanquished,
is the day it rains from 

the heavens,

The tears which have soiled the ground,

Drenched my dreams,

Leaving me in an unbearable reality,


I am

shaking and quivering,


While I realize,

The disgust in your face,

The judgment in your eyes,

The perception of me,

That I am such a hideous monster,

You cannot face me

Because the face you believe to be true,
is clouded by others who judge me too,
You do not understand me,

You do not know me,
Therefore

Stop the scheming,

I am not who you believe,

I am me,
which is not defined by your borders,

But your reality has set me free,

You are the disgusting beast,

Infiltrating me,

Time for the beast to die,

Im saying goodbye,

Until you are proven worthy,

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Side note:

Fake friends aren't reality but,
A fake fantasy

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