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19/9/12: Hi, guys, I'm just going through all my old stuff and editing the layout to make it more readable. This is one of the first poem-type things I ever wrote nearly two years ago, so sorry if it isn't great :L Anyway, reviews would be brilliant, and I hope you enjoy reading.



I can make you hurt.
I can make you scared.
I can make you run.
I can make you cry.
I can destroy you.
It makes me powerful.
It makes people respect me.
It makes people notice.

But...

It doesn't really make me powerful.
It doesn't really make people respect me.
It doesn't really make people notice.

I'm just weak.
They're just scared.

But still, no one sees.
No one ever sees.
No one sees behind the mask.
No one sees me.
I'm just a monster.
Disgusting.
Unloved.
Cruel.
Repulsive.
Alone.


But it means people don't see the truth.


You don't see the truth.
You think I'm strong and powerful and cruel.



But why can't you see that I'm just as scared as you?


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