Myself by Ann Wood
I'd like to be better for myself.To love myself,
even when,
with cocked thorns strung,
I repel the world with anger and disgust.
The smell of the lilac bush,
not act like poison to me.
The traitor's eyes,
leave me indifferent.
Under a cynical smile,
not to hide my true self.
It's hard to balance
between pride and self-pity
and love myself again.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-01-05 at 15:12
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