Who Am I?
Who am I?
To you I am a slut.
To you I am a Goddess of Deceit. Someone who brings delight in your confusion
Yet, I am not.
Accusations don’t make who I am.
Sometimes you think accusing me helps brings the demons to the front line. Ready to kill.
But sometimes what you say just makes questions arise.
Who am I?
Am I a child of God, or a child of you.
Birthed into this world to make you proud. But failure ruins everything.
That’s when the demons start to attack. My sanity going haywire.
My mind is a battlefield and sometimes I die over and over again but each time I get up, I start to win, but then…
Failure
Rejection
Desire
Lust
Perversion
Pride, just ruins me.
But who….who am I really?
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