I hate the fact that I'm sensitive toward yelling
I hate that your words hurt me so bad that I think worthless,that I'm not enough or what I'm doing isn't enough.I hate that you use my words against me.Each word that I say is like taking a step across thin ice.Like I have to second guess my every move.Like a game of chess your the player while I'm the pawn following your every command and letting you in my head even though it's poisonous.I saw you as a Knight in shining armor but now your rusted and I see you as your true self.Ignoring all your faults.But in the end like every game there's a checkmate expect this time I the pawn am not the first to die.And no it's not checkmate for me it's checkmate for you.
Game over.
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This Mind Of Mine(SLOW UPDATES)
PoetryTake a trip Into my state of mind My past My present My future The question is are you really for this trip? Down the deepest darkest holes of my mind and soul? [BOOK 1]
