Inner Core
Ice covering my skin
showing my inner core
cold and unloving.
Flame licking my eyes
showing the fury that is
within me.
Lightning striking
everything I hate.
Water drowning those
who have hurt me.
Elements
controlling my life
everywhere I move.
My feelings show
everyone knows
who or what I
truly am.
Nothing but a
hard, unloving shell
like a golem,
not even a soul.
That's what I am called
a demon,
a nothing,
a creature
with no meaning.
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Wow. That's a little dark. Were you angry when you write this?
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Uh no, actually I don't seem to remember how I was when I wrote this poem.
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