My Trurh
I'm a killer,
at least a liar,
or just misunderstood,
But the world can't just be cruel,
taking all my friends,
stretching at this distance,
subjecting me to a meire object,
for someone only god would know,
I'm sweet hearted,
sure I'm nice,
I'm gentle,
then why is the world reaping from my accomplishments,
my pride shattering,
my birthed ego killed me,
everything was stolen from me,
the only thing being a shell,
a shell of who I was and am,
the [Erson I am no longer.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
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