The Truth Poem by Anna Rheana Machin
The Truth
the weight of the world on my shoulders
it feels like boulders
wondering why i cant be?
why are they staring at me?
curious to see if who i am
is the real true me... damn
why cant i be
the real, true, dark me?
my razor is sharp its near
the vein in my arm i hear
the blood pounding
its the best music surrounding
i taste the blood, it excites me
the only color is red that i see
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