April 23, 2010
By , London, Canada
I curse you,
Because you reflect the truth,
Everything that I can’t bear to hear,
But know inside is true,
And would kill to separate myself,
From all this guilt I bear like rotten fruit,
Instead of whom I dream to be,
I have this constant reminder,
Of who I truly am and always will be,
Trapped as I can’t run nor hide,
Whilst you follow me,
And haunt me so I dare not sleep,
As I close my eyes and fight to breathe.

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