To see me explode,
But not in a good way?
Are you ready
To see me burst into flames,
But not to be reborn?
Are you ready to face my damn wrath
That you always deserved?
I will stay here,
Stay here as long as quarantine is in place.
I'll sit here and make my bracelets,
Make my paintings,
Do my homework,
But when we're out.
I want to laugh.
When we're out,
I'm going to be feee of you.
Free of all of you
And your lying,
Scheming,
Gloating,
Pitying,
Poor-me attitude.
I'll be done from trying to cheer you up
While letting myself slip away.
I'll be done from you calling me
When I'm in the middle of calling
The suicide prevention.
You aren't my priority,
My friend,
My family,
Anymore.
You don't deserve that title.
So,
When we're out,
Don't you even fucking think of coming near me.
Because Darling,
I will rip you to shreds with my words of truth
And my nails of self-confidence,
Because I know that you have not honesty,
And if you're this awful to me or anyone I love,
You have no self worth.
Stay back, bitch.
I'm not staying down any longer.
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Poems That I Form
PoetryI write poems that are me, Or rather what is in my head. It may be prose, Ponders, Sadness and grief; But who expected happy poetry anyways? If you wish not to see a crying girl, Then you're reading the wrong book. If you wish not to see the terror...
