The Hidden Things... - Poem by Sandra jacks
I lost myself today,
too afraid of what you'd say,
with your wrath so cold and sharp....
Last time you were angry,
you broke my arm,
oh well...no harm...
I found out what you hate,
it's the demise of my own fate,
and now you've seen who I can be,
And now I see it in your eyes
You hate me...
That fire of yours will soon burn out,
I will return the favors you have done for me,
nothing more than anger,
wrath and vanity,
only giving me 'things' leaving me empty inside,
you and your damn pride,
will destroy everything I kept so close and tried to hide...
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