My ears are on fire,
Voices screaming,
So loud,
Hurtful,
Angry,
They want me to hear,
Their blood stained cries,
I cover my ears,
Like a coward,
My hands squeeze my head,
The fiery voices roar louder,
Bounding over my skin,
I swat at them,
And they grow louder,
Guilty,
They scream,
Guilty guilty guilty guilty,
And they're right,
It hurts how right they are,
It pains me to admit,
Even to myself,
How full of myself am I?
They want my head,
They want me dead,
And so do I?
Do I?
Who am I to deny just revenge,
Who am I to get in the way,
After all,
I'm alive,
They aren't,
Who said that was right?
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
