March 29, 2015


I don’t like the whore


the little scared abuse


the one who comes

out to play

no matter who’s


you thought you knew me


but you never knew the

inside me

because you are just as bad-

fulfilling the destiny of

your upbringing,

never straying far;

judging me from my

outer shell,

a mold you forced to fit-

you though i’d be your masterpiece,

never dreamed

i’d break your mold to

spread my wings and fly-

so now you can’t stomach me

and now you turn away-

because my flaws strengthened


and you’re still stuck in that net,

withering away.

i might have said cocoon,

but that implies growth.



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