I'd like some constructive critiscisms
and tips for polishing
Thanks!
Enemies
Trapped within themselves
So deep, that they don’t want help
And yet, I see their cries
Written on the pages before my eyes
Minds so corrupted, they kill
Slowly, themselves, so that others will
Perhaps accept them, but in doing so
They lose themselves, they’re letting go
Of all their dreams and independency
I remember how they used to mock me
But I can’t help but pity
These empty shells I once called enemies
