Victim of a twisted mind
In a body with a pure heart
Loving with all their soul
Losing with every roll
An aura often filled with anger
Inability to find some joy
No one knowing what past was left behind
Instead, the torture yet to come
Needing a scapegoat to sheer
Using a broken soul to hang
Seeing the world as black and white
Always blackens the sky
Lift up those tinted glasses
Love all that come into your life
Hidden Truth
By:
backroom_sonnets 