Hamlet

I call this one Hamlet, and I warn you before you read. This poem symbolizes some real-life problems, and I do advise you to read with caution. That said, this is probably one of my favorite things that I've written, and I'm excited to finally share it with you. If you'd like, feel free to look it over a few times and tell me what you think it means or what you got from it. Please, I want to know. Now that introductions are over, please enjoy :) 

Hamlet

Your words hurt me,
more than any physical harm
you could imagine committing.
Still I'm here.

They tell me I should run,
that you're no good.
They say that it's fine,
as long as my scars remain invisible.

You take matters into your own hands.
You can find what's wrong with me,
you can fix me.
Only you can fix me.

You are Rosencrantz, Guildenstern,
here to analyze me,
to find the root of the problem.
Here to set me right again.

You are King Claudius.
You take as you please,
not giving a second thought
to anyone else but you.

I am Polonius,
hiding behind the curtains to escape you.
And I meet my end
at the end of your blade.

I wait and stall,
I need proof, evidence,
a good reason to do away with you.
I wait for you to make your move.

And when Gertrude dies,
another victim of your relentless pursuit
of safety and comfort for only yourself,
I know then that it is time to take up arms.

You are King Hamlet,
arrived from the great beyond.
I am thrust into a world of madness,
thrown over the edge.

When all hope is lost,
and I begin to wonder
whether to take arms against my sea of troubles,
know that this doubt was caused by you.

I am Hamlet,
without the revenge.
I sit, half dead,
and watch you fade away.