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Imposter

What if I'm wrong? One of these broken messes Always a ghost in the corner The fractures never healed What if these jagged edges are just hiding behind the gold inlay? What if the ash Of what I never was Comes back to stain our brilliant life? What if I'm not violence contained, What if my bars are too weak to hold the monster within? What if my words cut like daggers? What if my soul is just obsidian? Only reflecting the light until it's under pressure When the darkness comes out Shattered and sharp? What if the tormented storm Is who I am? Chaos and hate and death? And the shiny love is just a shell Hiding the malice behind a very thin veil? What if the good parts of me really did die Long ago Drowned in tears that were never cried? And now lie rotting in a putrid marsh? What if.,.? What if I can't be loved? Shouldn't be loved? What if my existence was meant to be horror? Wanton bloodlust to be set for the frail, weak part of me? It disgusts me that without my darkness, I don't have strength. That I, teeming with swarms of fleshrending thoughts, Should yield to the timid and tame. Self-loathing, I abhor the tin paladin I pretend to be. My smile was meant to show fangs, Not gentleness. My hunt was meant to spill blood, Not hope. I was never meant to live long enough To watch immortal dreams die. To watch love fail. To crumble. I was supposed to die this vainglorious death in battle Against what did not matter. And yet… Shattered I was mended Broken I was puzzled back together. And I learned to feel pain I had so oft ignored. I am not who I was supposed to be. And I don't deserve the love that waters my pastures.

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