As I Become
I feel naughty, like a little girl
Violating a cookie jar
A kind of mischievous bad girl
I find humor in my sneaky ways
I trick you
Subconsciously I hurt
Emotions splurge
I mourn for you
If they only knew
My selfish ways
They wouldn’t be so intrigued
For I am nothing but an insecure, two timing young woman
Finding herself within others pain
poem by Ash Enslow
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