My view of life has changed completely
I don't even know when it happened
I noticed that there is no good in me
There never was, I just suppressed it perfectly
Now I don't have the strength to do so
Not anymore, I'm letting the evil go
I'm made up of bad thoughts, good deeds
Trying to sustain a normal life like most
Lately I want to see pain by any means
Letting sprout all the bad seeds
Now I see everyone around me as a foe
I don't care, I'm letting the evil go
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2 comments:
This is so your poem. And it explains the idea of a bad seed, too. It's one of your best. <3
ok :P
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