Am I doomed to become like her
A distant cold shell of a woman
Who seems like a ghost that no one can put to rest
Hardened over time of being misunderstood
Or will I grow up like him
Angry at the innocent people who cross my path
Self absorbed and manipulative
Someone who people avoid when they're out in public
Better yet will I find myself in the middle
Angry and hostile
Cold and detached
But twice as alone
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
Am I doomed to become like her
A distant cold shell of a woman
Who seems like a ghost that no one can put to rest
Hardened over time of being misunderstood
Or will I grow up like him
Angry at the innocent people who cross my path
Self absorbed and manipulative
Someone who people avoid when they're out in public
Better yet will I find myself in the middle
Angry and hostile
Cold and detached
But twice as alone
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