Victoria

She is...
A hateful person.
She controls everything I do,
And makes me something I'm not.
Her selfish ways crush my spirit, scars my skin.
I want her gone for all of eternity.
But she keeps coming back,
And i can't stop her anymore.
I'm giving up the fight because in the end,
She always wins

This poem is about: 
Me

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