i am a sad, sad being,
in an ugly, ugly world.
people don't like me
for me, for all they see
is a demon on the
outside and woe is me.
there is no crown on
my ruined, fragile head.
for all the devils have
amboshed my kingdom
and the mirth is death.
lies fogged through the
mirror, pain sketched on
skin. a sinner will lose, but
the voices will always win.
ㅡ j,g,e.
