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Nobody really knows me I am way to close to the vest
It's a vested interest of sorts, one that keeps me safe
I am a Liar, I'm a Cheater, definitely not a Believer
I am the quiet one in the corner that sparks curiosity
I am the patient one that's always observing, I remember
I remember everything, yes I mean every single thing
It's a gift, it's a curse, it's rather useful to say the least
In the mirror I see the real me, the monster behind green eyes
Always with torture on his mind, not what he wishes to give
What he wishes was never given to him, it was his death
Now the Walking Dead, lost all hope, belief, feelings deceased
Now the rest of humanity suffers from his broken mentality
He feels absolutely nothing, because to him nothing is real
So he lives on unhappily because one thing he does is remember
He remembers how it felt to laugh, love, to hope, and believe
He remembers that everything in life use to mean something
And that meaning turned out to be nothing, The truth he knows
And this truth did not set him free This Walking Dead Human Being
All relationships now are void of emotion, void of love, empty
So this is what shaped me into the man I am today, unfortunately
Because the beast that saved me inside wants to come out and play...




Written for Poetry Contest "The Raw Madness That Makes Me Who I Am"
          Hosted by: Anoucheka Gangabisson  Form: Any
                                        09/23/2024


       WON 1ST PLACE IN THE ABOVE POETRY CONTEST

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