Filth

I don’t mean to hurt people, Or to be the person I’ve become. I just forget sometimes. Become delusional… And the worlds just some trees Waiting for the volcano to explode. I’m going to explode… So I keep writing to distract From who I’ve become And who I’m afraid that I meant be. Not a victim But another crime. Seen through stain glass. As just another dream. But real world actions Are put it in concrete.

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[Perkele.7885]

A notable write. Had to read it thrice to grab a handle. Not a poem meant to be pretty but a poem of action. It's a criminal expose' and if you are not the victim, then just who can you be. Let's answer together.The ________!