This has been in my drafts for a while so I'm finally publishing it, even though it's just a short bit, enjoy:)
You're a wicked sorceress
A torturer
With blades that stab my spine
But I'll be fine
Even if the shards of glass
Live on in my stomach
And my life
Is in the hands
Of a 3 am emergency room visit
But
I'll move on
And I won't
Glimmer in confidence
Or shine in pride
I'm not a diamond
I just reflect
Like they do
So I can see the confusion
But don't let it be misplaced in fear
Fir not even
The most medieval
Inhumane tricks and tools
Could break me
And sorcerers
Or sorceresses
Could ever bend my spirit
And break who I am
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe