What I have silver lined is of what I have designed,
And what I've designed is the reason I'm just always out lined and cursed,
Nursed by this once innocent but now comprised person inside,
Dear god...its almost like an internal suicide,
Its the other side of me,
The one I never wanted to see,
But unfortunately I set it free,
Unfortunately this is me.
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- Comment from author about the poem: The way I feel about myself most of the time.
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If you can see it, then you can face it. Well written poem.
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