My body twitches
Trembles
And shakes
Violently
Anger bubbling
Like an overflowing pot
Everything done before resurfaced
I feel like mittens
Some lowly cat
Coming back for food
With such a degrading name
Everything I do
Wrong
Everything I say
Unlogical
Why is this so much for me?
Am I deluded?
Delusional?
Hypocritical?
As mittens
I'd rather sacrifice food for pride
I don't need it
I don't care anymore
Why can't I rise
Without debt
Ideals against ideals
Owner against pet
No chance of getting my point through
But I do it anyway
For pride
This poem is done after I was forced to do things that damaged my pride. It's been done before, but I gave in willingly. It seems like nothing can be done at times, and that's what it was like. I was forced on the ground after yelling no, but in the end I couldn't resist, as I'm quite small and weak. They were older, stronger and taller, I knew I had no chance, but at least my pride was not gone so quick.
You should fight for your pride, and stand on two feet.
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PoetryMost of these are vent poems, may be inspired from something else as well but might not be credited. Since these are vent poems I write them in the spur of the moment, and might have watched something beforehand that slightly inspired it then forgot...
