Mirror Of Diamonds - Poem by Twisted Moon
Who am I?
Who am I to tell you?
I am whatever your mind tells you I am
My identity is at your mercy,
If your reading this then I almost pity you
For having just as hollow a life as I do.
But if your gaze meets this page,
Than I have taken the stage.
You are probably someone I call a friend,
And naturally your conclusion will be made by the end,
Your mind will be made up about the blood I am bleeding,
And it will be heavily influenced by what you are currently reading.
If you find this poem legit, you'll think the same of me,
If you think this poem is sh*t, than that's what I must be,
And if you think this poem shows arrogance than I would have to agree,
Arrogant enough to give myself a sound,
Arrogant enough to attempt to be profound,
Why is it so easy to hate what you've become?
To lust for superficial, when what's inside is numb,
No matter how hard we try we'll always be dumb.
But if you want to hate on me then let me assist you,
I'm a pessimist, a hypocrite, a loser and a liar,
And if you think I'm a b**ch, you're preaching to the choir.
I am selfish and I'm lazy,
I take false pride in being crazy,
I'm judgemental and a two-face,
As annoying as an untied shoelace.
There so many things that I left out,
But like I said I'm lazy.
But it doesn't really matter what I say,
Your mind will take me it's own way,
But take your eyes off me and look at you,
Because you probably hate yourself too,
You shouldn't waste your time on me,
Go find something better to do.
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