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The Ugly Truth.

Poetry By: ScarfFreak

The truth of life and death.

Submitted:Nov 5, 2011    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

The truth.
A treasure of sorrow and heartbreak, I am
Those who wish to lift their souls
whisper, what should not be uttered, to poor innocent me
The uglies of their lives are forever stored -
in me, tight with pursed lips
they enjoy the others hidden in the dark.

I walk alone at night,
seeking comfort from the social restrictions,
society has rejected me:
Night beckons towards me with an outstretched hand
I took it with great disdain,
Forgive me now, I make pain.


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