Poetic Justice

Sharp edges

You see the wrath in my eyes,
And the power in my steps,
Something you say you've never seen.
You look me in the eyes,
Not knowing what it is,
What has changed.

But you know something is different,
Perhaps it's not the way I walk,
Perhaps not even the way I talk,

Perhaps it's the way I look at you,
With something in my eyes,
Something you've never seen before.

You ask me what happened,
Why my dreams have altered,
And my fears do not exist.

I smile a satisfactory grin,
Do not take my smile for glee,
See, I'm bustling with anger,

Anger that's burning underneath my
Calm and collected surface.
Anger that would scare myself,
If I were not me.

You realise not that you,
Are the very reason why,
For my sudden change of character.

You held the fire to my eyes,
Now they reflect back to you,
With an even brighter flame.

You held the knife to my heart,
Now it's not broken in two anymore,
Because I tossed it aside.

You wonder why I've changed,
With so much hatred seeping,
Where my heart once was.

You hated the way I formed my words
Now those words,
Are all you have left of me.

You hated the wildness in my mind,
Now that wildness,
Is what you ache for.

Well I've changed,
My words aren't those of falling tears,
And Cupid arrows.

Now they portrude into the deepest
Oceans,
Not caring of water shifted,
Or lives hammered.

Ask me again,
Why Ive changed,
Ask me again,

I plead,
No, not plead,
I'm done with begging.

Ask me why,
I walk as if I have the world,
Under my control.

Why I speak,
As if my words can actually change,
Change the world that I behold.

Maybe because,
Because all these things,
You hated me for,

Maybe these things,
I've made far stronger,
Far bigger,

Than you would ever believe.
My touch is magical,
Because blood no longer runs through
My veins.

It has been replaced by,
The magic in my touch,
And the power in my movements.

So ask me one more time,
The same question,
That has plagued my mind.

Why have I changed?
I smile because I know the answer,
I laugh because you never will.

So I walk away,
Not like last time,
When I had tears in my eyes.

But now I walk away,
Because all you've said was true,
Weakness can never bring
Down strength,

See,
Now I know,
All along,

To prove to this courageous mind of
Mine,
To prove me wrong,
And to prove you right.

Weakness,
Can never,
Bring down strength,

But I had it swapped around, because, All along dear friend,
You were the weakness,
And I was the strength.

I was born with edges,
Sharp edges to be exact,
I never created them.

                               ~n.s