Trapped Within myself
Ah, trapped within the thought of my manners, trapt within the look of my outer being, hatred, false truth and the soul of a protector of illusion of a falsed twisted inner truth.
It cannot be undone though I would want to, pain in my heart, for liking to be what I don't want to be! hating myself for loving myself, like a split personallity, i wish it was.
My eyes as stone statues guarding my tears, if one tries to pop out it get trow back, even deeper to my sorrow. My eyes have there own will, but the tyran of me tells them to fling tears back.
Why, oh great goddess, must I be like me, influencing others, in a way I know is not correct, though I think it is? Why must i surpress others, beleaving to give them treir freedom?
I know the path, it is ahead, but I follow the paralell path, leading me to the place I must be, to the place I am destiend to be. leading me to where the real me, wich i don't want to be, rulez its reign while surpressing me.
Love is a thing I happen to know. Love is a thing, I know how to get.Yet just when I am about to receive what i strived to get, i will block myself, and starting to talk about my goals.
My goals are the rulers of me. they know how to let me suffer the most. Unknowing is the greatest freedom man can get, though out of hatred of myself, and love for others, I must bring tears to those I am destined to share it with!
Knowing love will bring horror, and horror will bring no love, I hate myself not, because the easier path of loving myself for what I am, leads me towards the same place, the place I am destined to be.
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