I am an animal,
Of the badest kind,
I have done evils,
Evils that no one knows,
Evils for which
I am not punished,
Yet no laws against those,
But just the thought
kills me everyday,
I thought I was having fun
Fun stupid fun,
I never thought about
The other one,
But I knew they were wrong,
But I kept on, But I kept on,
I want to shout out loud,
Ask forgiveness,
Forgive me please.
But do I really mean it,
Or am I just afraid of being caught,
I can keep throwing reasons
I was insecure,
I was afraid,
I thought it was harmless,
I was not thinking,
But are these reasons
Just covers to hide
The animal inside,
I can't live with myself,
Knowing I ve harmed,
Knowing I ve made someone
Live in fear,
Of the animal that hides.
Sunday, 25 January 2015
Animal
Labels:
animal,
english poem,
poems,
William wordsworth
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