Blindsided by the purity
Overwhelmed by the obscurity
Overthinking what could be
Never fabricating my own needs
Terrified of my own conscious
Unable to master the art of calmness
Unwilling to believe the promise
Of who they said they would be for you
Although deeply, you always knew
Your heart grew and grew to be blackened
Your fists permanently became maddened
Your mind became enveloped in the shackles
Your emotional self wasn't the only one
Who suffered the bruises
Your cries became the sound of music
In the battle you've been losing
To the abusive, polluted human
Who created the most alluring illusion
That it could draw someone as pure as you right in.
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Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poésie{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
