My soul is in tatters because of your desires
Desires of yours, selfish ones, took my sense of self away.
Away, I drift in the wind with my pain.
Pain that I do not want to face.
Face is something I do, but deny.
Deny, I am in pain and hurt.
Hurt is what I feel.
Feel with no feeling what I do.
Do what to do?
Do I want to go on?
On to face my pain and anger.
Anger that I bury.
Bury my anger at you is what I do, but why?
Why do I bury my anger at you who wronged me?
Me the victim has become the accuser of me.
Me, the accuser is myself.
Myself did wrong, and I cry for my mistakes.
Mistakes that never happened.
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