Confessions Poem by Amy Ormonde

Angel of darkness
or angel of light?
A demon aware
or running from fright?

AN open casket
or a closed tomb?
Am I self inflicting
an already open wound?

Am I really self-suppressing this rage
or letting it build up
to wreak havoc on another day?

Am I crying these tears
or acting them out
letting them condence
to form something else?

Am I loving for love
or just reading it through
In the end will I ever truly love you?

How we all remorse ourselves
with unending questions
is it really worth the worry
if you already know my answers

How you all see through me
like an unopened book
Judging by cover
by beauty and looks
but really does it matter
how my story ever ends?
Forever is forever
and my end is the end.