I played the victim's game,
With pity, saddened stories.
I carried my flawed facade,
With tearful symphonies.
I faked my all knowing,
And my lies sounded tart.
I drew my silent scars,
My voice was marred with tar.
My memories were blinded,
With selfish slanted views.
My fears festered fast,
Whilst my mind spun confused.
As my bare soul showed,
Hatred consumed me so.
My guilty eyes were dyed,
With filthy shades of woe.
©emily_cjw
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