Stabbing me in the back while stating that
I would never amount to anything
Did you really think your cursed words
Would stop me from trying?
You made my life miserable full of
hatred and silence, malice and dread
You thought I would likely quit
So I held my head up and said
"I'll sing to my death door
You will kneel before my sight
Because I will never downpour and
I will succeed out of spite.
You will never break me
I'll become better and stronger
So one day, when you look and see
Spite will stare back longer. "
Broken and discarded, like a goddamn wrapper
You will regret it, because that only spurred me
You will look back and fall behind
Because you already paid hell's spite fee.
Anger and panic, doesn't it burn?
Do you know how it feels now?
Remember how it feels, because
This is spite, this is my vow.
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Life's Memorabilia
PoetryIn haste to make light , one must first conquer darkness A battle between white and black But no one ever seems to mention the murky gray mixtures in between As the quietness of silence covers my ears, I plead to heed my words For there is just so...
