Veteran

Great.
Everyday i wake up
I have to see the face
Of the person who kept me prisoner
Poisoned my thoughts
Abused my courage
Constricted my soul
Until i became lost
In the trench
Fighting that war b/w me and myself
Sometimes it hurts
Always being reminded that that reflection
Is living proof
That hell exists.
As i turn the knob
And the crystal clear water falls
Hitting my calloused hands
And my pain ridden face
I become refreshed
But the moment i lift my head
She's staring back at reminding me
She locked me up
Tossed the key
So i burn in hell
Eternally

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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