By My Hands..

My past is my problem

Comparing those who damaged me the most

To all others who have tried to give me hope

It is I who is the culprit

To my own darkness.

By my hands, I suffer in agony

To always assume I will never be enough.

The seams of my being

Prove to be a challenge

It is I who is the executor

To my own dreams.

By my hands, I damn myself

To always assume I will be nothing but someone you knew.

There are things I wish I can say

To prove I am not always this way.

I must find peace

Or I will never be who I was meant to be..

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