Incredulous, All Are Left - By This Smile
A Slave to a Slaver, An Obscured Entity
By Francesca PisciottaPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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I’m used to looking through other people and not my own mind
A mind I do not own and in them is where my reason lies
He took it
He destroyed it
What was me,
Or left of me.
A slave to a slaver-
Or victim of a victim-
Is it worse, a victim to harbor,
Or worse to gaze on through the slaughter?
They really don’t know
As you tell them all you have known
They know the you that they see
And the you they see is an obscured entity
Painted in a smiling face
Speaking nonsense, stuttering out of pace
Smile on,
Who is the one smiling?
It used to be the slavers as you knelt down crying
But for this while, here you have been smiling, truly smiling
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About the Creator
Francesca Pisciotta
I hail from 'The Place of Gods.'
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