Flawed and imperfect
Angry with unknown fate
Erratic in my emotions
Shamed and damaged
Belief is skeptical now
A troubled spirit trapped
In a pacific and pure abode
Gentle in all appearance
A facade like the World herself
Enslaving humanity with deception
Fearful and nervous
Despised by my own thoughts
I lay in wait with bloom hope
That this anger will take over
Consume me and spring forth
THANKS A LOF FOR STOPPING BY.....
STAY HAPPY
@stephenpaul