3Glistening red eyes pierce my inner mind
As I can feel myself slipping
Deeper, deeper still I fall
Into my own head, I know it
Has to be in my head;
But I would rather not fight, since
It's easier to just let go,
Let go and allow myself to turn
Cold…
And I let myself become angry, angry as I
Start to feel others' mockery,
Their laughter as I trip and fall
And my fury rises until I let it out
And I laugh at anyone and everyone
Even, and especially
When it isn't funny anymore
And I let myself stop trusting, trusting
For who can I trust with the
Truth, because that is a weak thing to do
When you can swerve around issues by
Bending the truth to ease the burden
On yourself
And I let myself turn greedy, greedy,
Because I am the only one who
Matters, let the others pick
Themselves up and I will tend to my own
Affairs, since I am too busy taking care of myself in
A world where I don't have any
Obligation to help you
And I let myself turn bitter, bitter
Because I am so often pushed around
And taken advantage of
That I will tear down and destroy
Anyone who dares to oppose me
All the while masking my own guilt and
Insecurity
And I let myself stop caring, caring
Since you can't trust anyone
And they will stab you in the back
When you get too close and
Loyal to anyone but yourself,
But I needn't worry about
That since I am the one
Holding the knife
And I let myself stop hoping, hoping
For so have all who I am close to
And my friends are mere shells
Of whom they once were,
And I myself am a shell without
Them, so I don't think
I can help them anymore
And as the mismatched eyes meet my own and
An evil laugh fills my ears, I have a simple question
To ask: Why bother fighting anyway?
I wouldn't be surprised if this has been done before. But I wanted to, so why not?
First poemfic, how do you think I did? Be honest but not jerky. :)
God bless you guys, peace!
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