Literature
you think me weak
You sit and you talk,
Making little sense.
And nothing you say,
Is of consequence.
You think you're important.
But really you're weak.
You talk all in secret,
To scared to bleed.
You're jealous of something,
You will never have.
Unable to see,
And blindingly mad.
Not knowing why,
And besotted by doom.
Unable to breath,
And face your truth.
Thinking you can,
Be a beacon to others.
A job you're not suited,
For your spirit is smothered.
Blinded and beaten,
Gagged and can't speak.
You talk about but not too me
And you think me weak?!
Look deep and look long,
Your reflection is fading.
This anger I have,
Is slowly