Alter Ego.A Poem by MailaSometimes, we fear becoming something opposite of what we are. That personality is not us but can creep within if we allow it to.
It's not about trust,
It's not even about us, It's more of an outside thing. He's the guilty one, He's the epitome of pain, He's the only soul to blame. She's the cruel figure, She's the gold digger, She's the brain behind his ways. This was a scenario, This was a what if, This shouldn't be what we become.
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StatsAuthorMailaAboutJust stepped into my twenties, have lots of hobbies and interests, reading and writing being the foremost. Only recently did I take poetry writing seriously as something I want to do for a long ti.. more..Writing
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