Half Way There

Sat, 08/12/2017 - 02:15 -- acot275

Im squashed between my confidence and ever loooming hatred

I understand that its abold statement,

but its illuminated by truth.

I've been drug from hell and back,

wondering if im enough to satisfy the standards I, myself, have set.

Beauty, Sucess, Joy, Dissillutioned happiness;

lap dogs I've adopted so my misery holds company.

So my backwards way of thing has it on corresponding foreward.

So even if I feel crushed, I can Say i DID something.

This poem is about: 
Me

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