Poems

My life

My past is gritty

It’s fog on a rainy day

Both beautiful and ugly

the exterior is flawed

The perception is a lie

I’m not this angel with wings

I’ve burned a long time ago

My past is gritty

The scars on my skin are very real

Sometimes I feel them at night

They drown me in nightmares time to time

Admitting my sins is worthless

There’s no twelve step program for it

For they will always find away back

Blood will always remind me of the past

My past is gritty

The perception will always be a lie

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