Devil in disguise/Under the skin

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Some people say "We all have a little devil in us" and I would agree with them.

Some people say "All humans were born good" and I would agree with them..

Usually.

You are the only exception.

You've hurt me in ways others can't imagine,

You've broken my trust,

You've destroyed my memories,

You've ruined my life,

And I'm sure you did it on purpose.

I gave you my time,

I gave you my heart,

I gave you my body,

I gave you my love,

I gave you my energy,

But you just burned it to the ground.

You are a devil in disguise,

You take what was good and destroy it,

You create chaos and agony,

You thrive off my tears,

You thrive off my pain,

You haunt my dreams,

You don't have just a little devil in you,

You are the devil.

No one sees your horns until it's too late.

No one suspects you until it's too late.

No one can see the damage you've done.

I hate you.

And I wish I never met you.

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Ugh, you give me a headache.

Just under my skin, you hurt.

I can't wait till you leave,

Relieve the pressure,

Just behind my eyes.

You hurt whenever I touch you.

I’ll stab you,

But you'll still hurt.

....

I'll just wait.

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The first poem is written about a old friend that... I had a very bad experience with.. as you can probably tell. I don't talk to that person anymore.

The second poem was written to make the reader wonder what I'm writing about. It's a little funny because it was written so.. darkly almost and mysterious, but really I'm just talking about a pimple I had under my skin on my glabella that bothered me. Let me know what you thought I was writing about!

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