The eyes of a troubled soul

by lance   Aug 2, 2005


Sitting on the steps.
Alone.
He trembles.
Watching
the lives around him.

Seeing what others have.
What he lacks.
Tears fall down his chin.

Tired of life.
of himself.
He breaks.

The days pass.
He stops dreaming.
caring.
hoping.

Everything he is
now dieing.
His world
falls apart.

Looking
in the mirror.
I've become
what I've always hated.

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  • 18 years ago

    by alias

    this was good..i can really realte to what u were saying in this poem about becoming what you hate...well i liked it very much.