I have battled you long enough,
Hated you at the bottom of my heart;
Yet you seem amused with my claws,
And feed from the vastness of my sorrows.
I surround me with friends,
Laugh with them 'till day ends;
Yet nobody seems to look through my soul,
Even I have loosen my wings' hold.
Have they seen through me yet?
Or do they want me for who they bet?
Silently, I ask thee,
And I bet you just wont see through me.
©elaine25
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