A sad revelation.
Fowl and public ridicule,
has led me to exile,
Developing deep inside,
Hatred that’s so vile.
My lonely escapades,
have led me to a drought,
I wander aimlessly,
A heart filled with doubt,
I stumble upon a pond,
Where I stop to quench,
In this pool my flaws reflect,
and reveal an evil wench.
My blood it boils and with a swipe,
I make an awful splash,
Through the ripples I realize,
It’s at myself I lash.
While gazing in the broken mirror,
I have come to see,
That shattered shards still reveal,
My enemy is me.
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