"misevolved" poems
I lost myself
before i even had the chance to find out exactly who that is
Who it was
Who it never will be again
Ive changed
Ive misevolved,
degenerated backwards into myself
Into something i never wanted to be
A face i hate to see
But i see it every morning in the bathroom mirror
and the tears
feel like a circus parade
running over the bleak facade of a masquerade
and i cant take off the mask,
Because i dont want to know what lies underneath.
Im terrified.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC