Who am I?
If someone reads my poems, she
Just hopes that they are based not
On a true story, they would not
Wish anyone to live a life like this.
But what's the truth? Who am I?
People say that I'm kind and cute,
But you could ask: is that true?
I'm hurt. Dark but at the same time bright.
Bad and good at one time,
Clear, but difficult to understand,
Nice, but on the other hand
A terrible person am I.
It's my fault, whatever it is.
I'm always stupid and wrong.
People might think that I'm strong,
But I'm not the person she sees.
I am the daughter of death,
Hurt and pain. I feel them,
But I make them as well.
This does not make sense.
2018. 03. 06.
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