The One Without Pain PretendsA Poem by Laura ExWho are you If not a wanderer? Who are you If not a cheat, a liar? I know you for these only You, on the other hand You are self-glorified I am self-loathing You are self-satisfied I am helpless, hopeless You live, i die You die, i die faster If i catch a glimpse of happy You rush to steal it away What makes you work? My lonliness; My unhappiness? Your selfishness. Your selfishness. © 2009 Laura Ex |
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