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The one who is tainted

What is this foreign feeling growing, festering inside?
There’s an ache in one’s chest, clouded vision through one’s eyes.
A horrid, fiery bubbling of butterflies.
The kind that can cause one to go insane, diminishing one’s pride.
 
This feeling that starts from one’s toes, migrating its way to the knees.
Causing one to tremble, stinging like a bee.
As it moves further up, the sickening sensation, it reaches the pit of one’s stomach
and forces a harmful frustration.
It grows stronger, fuller, and captures one’s soul.
Changing one’s character, making one feel unwhole.
Maybe it’s just the trashy music one listens to, the “ungodly” rock and roll.
The way one is perceived, one is black as coal.
 
Or maybe it’s something deeper, something unclear for you’re precious brain.
Something that transformed one’s life forever and caused a world of pain.
If you could just listen, and try to not be so vain
then maybe you, too could understand one’s actions for which they are not to blame.
 
All one can do is lash out and fight.
It may not be the proper choice but hey, it definitely feels right.
But just remember, by the end of the night
it’s only going to hurt one, with that powerfully deep bite.
 
One may be the victim, the one who is silently tainted.
But one is powerful, though relentlessly hated. One is never willingly acquainted.
One doesn’t let it show, one stands their ground
never letting oneself to be held back and bound.

(2014)

Never judge a book by its cover. Everyone has a story and a past, they don't need any more trouble.

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