I Am
I am misery, who despises company.
I am the truth, who portrays lies.
I am the pain, that never subsides,
I am death that never dies.
I am disgusting, in the most beautiful sense.
I am stunning through despicable eyes.
I am elegant, in the most wicked way.
I am righteous, through evil ties.
I am pretty, through eyes of the blind.
I am special, through psychotic minds.
I am loved, in the hearts of the unkind.
I am the never of nothing defined.
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2012
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