Inner Me: Poem 2

Every thought stings like the first time I heard it.

Every thought grows like a tv series playing a new episode day after day.

Every thought feeds the anger that’s itching to escape. 

Every thought wouldn’t be the problem if you were just passing in the wind.

But you’re a gem I never wanted to release. 

So now I’m stuck with every thought of my flaws 

Every thought stings like the first time I heard it. 

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