One thing I really hate.

This hate I feel in the pit of my heart

Is yet only comparable

To the pain of a swift poison dart

But oh so more unbearable

 

It stems from the insecurity

The one that lingers so deep

They thought it a sign of immaturity

They didn’t even think of the secrets’ I keep

 

Buried deep inside of me

They do torture my soul

Stunting the person I could be

And plunging me into this black hole

 

From their words I have gone astray

In this search to find me, will you lead the way?

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