ReflectionsA Poem by harlem_knight
The hardest thing I’ve ever done I have yet to do
I am the boy who cried wolf one too many times I’m an emotional abuser, a liar, a wordsmith, a creator of fake realities I sit in the darkness of my mind and invite company just to steal their light I am a parasite I feed on the insecurities of others because my own are too bitter to taste. I indulge in sin whole heartedly and still expect forgiveness I am entitled. Entitled to praise and love. I demand worship as ritual and thirst for attention in the most minute instances. I run when I am scared I am always scared You can’t love me because I can’t love you I expect love even when I do not display it I don’t know how to love I know how to show affection, that’s the only thing that comes naturally I know how to give in I know how to give up I know how to disguise my intentions before I figure them out I even know how to persuade an audience from so many years of convincing myself that I am a good person. I know that I mistreat love every opportunity I get I know that the boy who cried wolf is more than likely just looking in the mirror. I know the hardest thing I’ve ever done… I have yet to do to love my faults and what shakes me to pieces. and to smile with the wolf in the mirror.
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Added on February 11, 2016Last Updated on February 11, 2016 Author
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