Pang of guilt

Pang of guilt short poem

Here I am
This is me
Now this is just all about
Me being free.

‘Cause if you look inside me
You won’t find what you used to see.

I am not anymore whom I used to be
Before you threw me out in this reality
Where my emotions were
Traded with your obsession
And my innocence with your con!

Yes you have changed me for good.
Knowing you was a caution
I must admit quite an expensive lesson

No matter what
Now I won’t ever get back to my purity
The girl what once I used to be.

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I've hated words n I've loved them. It was words that made me feel, Perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, n I with them.
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