Jan 08, 2011 11:39
When you looked at me
I felt your life
reflected in your tired.eyes
you looked so sad
like if I was all bad
Could you see me?
My unsatisfaction in myself
my low-self esteem
that it seemed I tried to redeem
with tricking you, tricking myself
into thinking it was really me,
me who preyed on those people
men and women who loved me
as a friend, as family, as a lover
and just turned them upside out
with my selfishness and my lies
But it wasn't me, it was her
She manupilated me, with finessse
A true deciever, who at the end
dosen't even know who she really is
what her life even meant
if she was only created to cause pain, destruction
so I will rip her off my soul
She is not a part of myself anymore
I will let her die, alone and without a heart
So I can be better in your eyes.
-by Naomi
im such an angsty teen,
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