Why am I like this?
What monster have I become?
I'm wrong in what I say,
Do and how I act.
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I know only what I've lost. The sinking feeling that I, Yes I, Am undeniably lost. Engulfed in torments That haunt me like a ghost, I've been used, And abused And tossed away like trash. Beautiful poem. Enjoyed it very much. Thanks for the sharing of the poem.10 for it. Subhas
I have found that writing is good therapy. Keep writing, Kylie. Peace
Thank you, Kelly. It seems to be the only way I have found where I may truly express myself.