Stacy Stiles Poet Rhyme

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.

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Harry Horsman September 13, 2012 at 9:16 AM you're also a bloody good poet, need i say more...... Stacy Stiles September 13, 2012 at 9:20 AM awwww, thank you so much Harry! I really appreciate your comments, and taking the time to read my work! I am looking forward to reading yours, and commenting as well :). Take care!