(A lot more mature language in this one than usual. This was probably originally meant to be taken as a rap but)
You think you’re good?
What a fucking joke
I wouldn’t touch such a bitch
I wouldn’t come near you if you were free
Are you stupid or to blind to see?
Your toxic patterns and phrases
You put people through these mazes
You’re despicable, completely predictable
Someone should put you in your fucking place
Cause being near you there’s no where that’s safe
So fuck all your petty phrases
Fuck all your petty rhymes
Fuck all the shit you put into little minds
I hope they cherry pick my flames
I hope they see all your bullshit games
You’re nothing but a fucking liar
So now you’ll sit under my own fire
You burn people with your words
The scars paint up their skin in distress
Give it a rest
Please rest
You’ll only sleep when you’re dead
So i hope these words send you to your death
Maybe then we’ll be free
Without your words we live happy
With these scars all i am is sappy
You painted me in the bruises of your deceit
So now i’ll take on the feat
Ill knock you down
Expose your flaws now
I’ll show the world these painted scratches burned into my skin
This is the final battle
i play to win
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Poetry Attempts
PoetryA small collection of the excuses I call poetry. I'm not a poet but if you need a light read, here you go