A numbing feeling spreading over me
Who is this?
Shes' overwhelmed
Angry
Hurt
Wanting something more than
She thinks she can find
Not just injured physically but mentally
Thought she had found her way
She knows
This won't last
But it feels so real
Right now
She doesn't know how to let it out
She holds anger back
For people wouldn't be able
To handle if she actually let go
She can already feel the redness
Of blurring vision were she to let loose
The beast that sleeps inside
The dragon is slowly awakening
It would not be pretty
For now a sweet butterfly
Is present
People keep pushing and pushing
It seems as if they want to see the dragon
Why?!
WHY?!
She screams
"You can't handle the beast
So quite trying to wake it!"
There's no putting it to rest once it awakes
Villains
Aren't born they're made
You think me kind
Sweet
To the extreme
Be meaner
Show your dark side
Well what you don't understand
Is if you think I'm extremely nice now
The other side is as dark
As this side is bright
Pick your poison darling
For if I go to the dark side
There's no promise I'll come back
I won't just have one target
I have enough anger
To burn this whole place down
You'll never associate the word sweet with me again
If I were to release the so called "heathen"
As you say
So watch your back
For if you keep pushing
She'll come when you least expect it
Red lips
Spark in her eye
Not the good kind
Frost in her tone
You won't expect her
Think it's some part of a game
When in fact
She hasn't just come for what you owe her
The cache of emotional distress
And trauma you've caused
Oh no
Your soul is what she'll take
No other payment will cut it
So consider what you're saying
What you're doing
The next time
You ask her to release the beast
Are you ready for the flames
The downward slope you're about to watch the world slide down?
Because if not....
You need to shut your mouth
Comments2
lots of anger, it tells a story! I love it
(and yet
a little empathy, a slice of patience
and all that knotted anger will unravel, gradually
and like that muscle
that flared up anytime, we tried
to take a step
eventually with the right TLC
we'll find, beneath the pain
awaits, a path to uncovering a strength
we never knew we could attain..
Schopenhauer, and that laughing philosopher, Democritus
knew it best:
'life is suffering'..
but if we find a way to hand-on, to survive
to save another, or that betraying reflection
in the mirror
we may yet curate a path, to that better
we never dared to dream of, before...)
I really enjoy your comments and beautiful poet-ism that you showcase
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