Everyone dreams of their knight (or a kick ass chick) in shining armor
But I'll ask you, soldier,
Where was your Calvary when I was alone?
Did I see any of your swords when I was battling my thoughts?
None of your crests made it into my view when I was searching
Where were you?
Where where was I miss?
Watching you walk off with him/her
You're a needy ass motherfucker,
I hope you know that.
When you did not see my armor, I was recovering from the fresh wounds from my crumbling castle
Your tears have stained my shield for the last time
You think I am some savior, when I in fact, need saving myself
I cannot be the figure you always want me to be
Yet, I feel no remorse for the disappointment I've brought you
Underneath your dainty mask of tears lurks a savage craving attention
Attention for your phony tears and fake sufferings
(Yeah...it's late...sorry this one wasn't as good...)
YOU ARE READING
Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
