I am disguised
I am hidden
The evil
So evil
My heart cold
My soul corrupt
Yet gestures of goodwill
They seem to fool
The ones around
Who broke my heart
The many around
They tortured my soul
Now all around
Whom I hate and loathe
Ugly I am
Away from life
Deceptive I am
So I survive
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Ugly, Me
PoetryA cry, a wail, call what you may A truth, a story, here to stay My words might be harsh but they are the truth seen, yet never spoken. They are unheard cries.Things we become deaf to,things we turn a blind eye to. A series of poetry that touches all...
