I just found an old leather back notebook of mine that I had wrote some thoughts and poems in. I'd thought I share one that sounds rather angry but I kind of like it, I wrote this almost two years ago...
You are much uglier
when my vision is clearer.
What did I ever see in you?
How did we carry on?
Outsiders were always caution,
but many of us were stuck.
How we had no such luck.
It seems like we're all under a spell
and none of us can break out of this hell.
The wells of your water is shallow,
there is no depth to you. You're just a shadow
who hides behind the many souls,
possessed by your intense colorless eyes.
You lack a soul and have a need to control.
Amazingly you work them some how.
Thank god I've broken free,
otherwise who knows what you could have done to me.
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