When I see you I think God it's not me
I know it is no longer about you
Your family is near and they are upset
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Forgiveness, I cut it into my skin and paint it black,
The cut stings and brings tears to my eyes
The pain feels good,
So I keep going
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I am better than you
I'm on TV
Random people take pictures of my face and sell it to magazines
You see me everywhere
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Regret, my whole life is filled with it
I hide my shame behind a veil of optimism
It makes a good mask and hides my true feelings
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I have to be honest...I am not a writer, obviously Sometimes I can be creative and I tend to write somewhat depressing material...I know. Most of these poems were written during dark times and I never put them on a public forum before. In all honesty I am not sad or depressed, I think everyone needs an outlet and that is what this is for me an outlet.)
The World
I want to own the world
I want to shape it, mold it
Make it my toy
I want to see and do everything
I want to touch, I want every feeling to be mine
I want to hold it in my hand and protect everything
I want enemies to be friends
I want hate to turn to love
I want hurt and sadness to go away
I want to banish regret and pain
I want to banish violence
I want embrace harmoney
If the world was mine I would shape it to my own ideals
An eye for an eye
There would be no hell here
If only I could own the world
If only I could make it so
I would make it my toy