You cheer me on when I don't need cheering.
You break me down when I don't need to be broken.
It's those little lies I see that build a fire.
A fire so bright and of such height.
What am I supposed to do?
You ask if I'm okay when I least expect it.
I believe in your words for a minute until I see through it.
Of course it hurts!
Of course I bleed!
But just because I don't show it doesn't mean it's not there.
But then again if I carry my heart on my sleeve.
I wouldn't know when it would get stolen.
But then again the rage inside me wouldn't be enough
But trust me. Believe me, the fire would.
One minute we're talking.
Next the spotlight is on me.
It makes it hard to breath.
It's not the flames that choke me
It's your unnecessary words
Words that chop, that kill and hurt.
At the end of the day this is all just ranting.
Not the best in me.
But the beast in me.
If I wanted words to unleash.
Better be her fire and her rage.
Rather than my mighty fails.
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Poetry"My nana always told me. Lock your heart away before the big bad wolf comes to play. But what happens dear nan when I seem to have lost the key?" "Of bullets and shards. Of rubbers and ice. Of places and homes. Of broken ties that I cant seem to fi...
