I feel as though I am a blank sheet of paper, nothing extraordinary. I am transforming, I feel hollow and deranged. I want to destroy everything because now I have animosity towards society.
: Paper:
Nothing on it
Blank as could be
No substance to understand
Just emptiness to overlook
Edges look perfect, closely they are not
But they are not completely demolished
Or torn all apart
My heart
Left imprinted with pain
Nothing no longer in it
Left empty and locked away
No substance to understand
Just left with the knowledge learned
Time only allows what is meant to be
Nothing can be done now
No hope can be sought of
Hope brings me tears
Leaves me emotionally drained
And unleashes my fears
One may not be able to read it
Because it looks empty
But remember that looks are deceiving
Something is hidden inside of me
I’ve covered it up so well
No one can tell
There’s nothing on it
Many can’t see it
I can only feel it
It may look blank
But the contents are many
So many emotions enclosed
While so much of myself was given
This feeling can never be explained
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