The unbanishable shadow
What can I do to get stronger?
Why do I feel so weak?
I’ve gotten ride of those who are weak
I have become a loner again
Never again distracted
By the those that I called friend
Turned off course by their weaknesses
I had to lose the traits I called me
My compassion for others
My love for all animals
Finally my passive nature
I’m viewed as an evil person to many
When I used to give off a vibe of peace
My heart feels warped from four years distortion
The change was bitterly cold
Like a brutal winter,
It froze me to my soul
My tormentor’s actions
Burned pain into my bone
And the sturdy happy mental spirit I used to have
Will never come back to see the light of day
The sense of honor I used to have
Is blinded by the shadows
disguising my intentions
The brave heart I was known for
Starts to feel no compassion
Naturally I feel scared
Confused at the nature of these traits
Were they stem from unknown
Like a weed in a field of roses
They just appear
To feed of the happiness of the others
And yet they are still here..
Supporting me
Loving me
Showing me that regardless of my nature
They will always show their compassion
To love someone...who doesnt love himself
Why they give me the hug of life
I will never know
But I feel at odds with my soul
Like a rose is trying to bloom
The only thing stopping it...is myself
Why do I feel so weak?
I’ve gotten ride of those who are weak
I have become a loner again
Never again distracted
By the those that I called friend
Turned off course by their weaknesses
I had to lose the traits I called me
My compassion for others
My love for all animals
Finally my passive nature
I’m viewed as an evil person to many
When I used to give off a vibe of peace
My heart feels warped from four years distortion
The change was bitterly cold
Like a brutal winter,
It froze me to my soul
My tormentor’s actions
Burned pain into my bone
And the sturdy happy mental spirit I used to have
Will never come back to see the light of day
The sense of honor I used to have
Is blinded by the shadows
disguising my intentions
The brave heart I was known for
Starts to feel no compassion
Naturally I feel scared
Confused at the nature of these traits
Were they stem from unknown
Like a weed in a field of roses
They just appear
To feed of the happiness of the others
And yet they are still here..
Supporting me
Loving me
Showing me that regardless of my nature
They will always show their compassion
To love someone...who doesnt love himself
Why they give me the hug of life
I will never know
But I feel at odds with my soul
Like a rose is trying to bloom
The only thing stopping it...is myself
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