Try me,
For I am not afraid
To fight your endless fire
With my endless rain.
Your constant maims will not longer
Endorse coursing pain
But will boil into a feverish rage.
I will no long stand and stare
At the way you treat the people you say you love.
Love isn't shaming,blaming,and a constant degrading.
You should feel chargeined
At the way you are made.
The way you lie and cry
Just make people stare.
Wow, you really are mad
Thinking that you deserve the love
You can no longer give.
You are just a collection of atoms
Built to burn at the stake,
While other watch laugh.
But what if it's me?
What if I'm the she I am talking about?
What will I do then?
L.O.M
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Poetry By Me
PoetrySome poems I wrote,they are kinda wild and all over the place but they are unique and mine so please enjoy! Yours truly, L.O.M
