- The True Me - Poem by Dmitriy Kokarev

Oh no its growing
The day has turned to night
And she has come forth to me
I took her in my arms
To have her slit my wrists at last
In order to become your hatred
I gave up all I loved
In order to betray
I had to blindly trust
To gain faith
I doubted all and everything I had
To enjoy the sunlight
I had to suffer in the darkness
To find love
I have hated for eternity
To understand myself
I asked a five year old to tell me
Who I am?
To see myself through the eyes of innocence
To see the me
And not what I have become