Half Of Who I Am Poem by Antonia Nasi

Half Of Who I Am



Sadistic sadness soils my soul,
No more facades; can't play this 'ole role

Sadistic rage I wear on my sleeve,
Consumed by the thoughts that buckle my knees

Sadistic euphoria is what they all see,
Their comfort, a mask...what they see isn't me

Sadistic manipulator, always a plan,
The mind of the patient...no care for her clan

The sadist is born, behavior not learned,
She drains of the souls from those who get burned

A fire so bright, seems to most beautiful,
The sadist herself is ruthless and rueful

She cares not the least of conscience or pain,
The sadist made friends with bad brother Cain

There may be a moment of weakness and fear,
Remembering the love of those she held dear

So this is my warning, to those in her path,
You'll soon be the bearer of all of her wrath.

Half Of Who I Am
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