Strength

Seen through the lies

With teary eyes

a picture painted by thousand lies

And naught but woe beneath the skies

No longer shall I suffer this

Your stabbing words shall not be missed

Your evil heart, the dark abyss

I am free of you, feel only bliss

Now am the master of my fate

Unencumbered by your leaden weight

Have learned to trust myself of late

I have closed this door, I have slammed the gate

This poem is about: 
Our world

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