/loosing myself
There I go again,
Loosing myself in my dreams.
My dreams--
nothing more than what I wish would happen.
I dream only because I am afraid of reality.
In reality, I am a monster.
One who deals with fates--
One who is ugly--
One who means nothing to the world, or anyone.
No one cares for me.
Or they do, and don't mention it.
Maybe I should just curl up and die.
The world would be rid of me--
and everyone would be happier.
One less monster.
One less worry.
No one would cry because of me again.
One more person would be happier.
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