I stand with my heart on display
I beg you please, please
Accept me, hold me, love me
Yet you take a knife
With all your disappointment
Torture and laugh
Cutting away my hope,
My humanity
When your done
You envy your masterpiece
Then turn around
With your chin high
And a pep in your step
Im still here
Trying to stitch together
All the hurt
But there are so many pieces missing
I'm barely identifiable
And when I see you
my broken soul is hanging
around your neck
For everyone to see
Your trophy
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Wild Nightmares Fueled By Anxiety Attacks
PoetryIt's just some poems I come up with. There some if everything; mostly sad, some confused, some mad. It's more of to just write what's on my mind. Some poems are more I need to get it of my chest and other I feel like I need to talk about a problem. ...
