(Written at age 16.)
Betrayed by my own tears
That, flowing down,
Speak of broken promises,
Of long lost pain now found.
Wrapped in naught but agony,
Nude I feel; exposed.
Blame befitting no one,
For never was i forced.
Hurt I did myself,
No matter the tool;
Be it by my own hands,
Or through life another, I was the fool.
Well deserved comes this suffering,
And, I daresay, I welcome the fears,
How then can I complain that
I've been betrayed by my own tears?
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