Poems and Rants...

Strings Attached

(This poem/rap/dis/whatever/rant is to the girls who've picked on me, hurt me, and made me feel like nothing. Here we go.)

From a very young age I learned that in this world it is kill or be killed.
But younger me didn't understand go I often got shot and wounded.

Let's review.

You think this world runs on kill or be killed you are wrong. A flawful and rude way to put it that is. Can we just get along and be friends?

You kick me down with insults and tell me to stay silent.

I'LL YELL IF I PLEASE.
I'LL SCREAM IF YOU WOULD JUST STAY QUIET.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
MY HEART IS FULL OF HOLES,
I WAS ONCE GOLD.
UNTIL I WAS TURNED INTO STONE.

I ain't crying in front of my mother.
She tried so hard to push me this far I can let her see me fall apart.

But I melt.

My lips are purple, my nose is red.
My eyes soaked and scarred in tears my head is so stuffy.

I knew pain I knew shadow. You should've let me go I need a new disaster.

Tear myself apart, put myself together.

I'm an artist I'll make my own character.

Paint a smile.

Mask my tears.

For I am the puppeteer.