Poetry Corner #1
I cry for the people I hurt
Black tears, black soul, dark heart
I fight off warmth with coldness as I embrace rudeness
I changed so much
The victim has created her victims enabling a repetitive circle of destruction
I must admit self-improvement is needed
while self-trueness must not be denied
A change of mentalities perhaps will do
Maybe I hope
(I must) break myself inorder to reconstruct
I control my life and when happiness comes, sadness follow
Proving for once and for all that I bring some of these things on myself
Self-harm can be intangible as I imperfectly strive for perfection
I get what I deserve, I say sadly
I get what I deserve, I say happily
As Karma and rewards are parallels shared in my life