Poem 1:
I am so tired of being pushed around,
I am so tired of not being able to stand my ground,
I am so tired of my world being rocked around,
And tired of my confidence, my hope, my life being broken and shattered to the ground.
Therefore I stand here,tall and proud,
Hoping my fortification wont soon back down,
Hoping my anger wont let me drown,
This time I am too strong, too determined, too tenacious and hard-headed to be knocked down,
So watch in amazement as I climb from the grave you have made me to forever be bound.
You better run, because when I get out you will be the one who isn't around,
You will be the one buried ten feet under the ground,
And you will be the one who will never be found.
I am coming for you and it wont be pretty,
Just like you came for me, I will have no pity.
