Poems for the Mad

Liquid

The liquid dribbles down my chin
And hits the pages in front of me.
This messy red goop runs from the corners of my mouth.
I must bite my tongue harder,
Because if I let these words roll of my tongue
They will break walls,
Smash your make believe fantasy land,
And make a grown man crumble.
Maybe that's what you need:
A verbal asswhooping,
But I can not be the one to deliver it.
Even if I want to be the one who makes you wake up and face the life you have constructed,
The miserable life you're trying to force upon me,
Even if i want to be the one that makes you face the consequences of your actions,
I cannot.
I am too scared to lose what I once had of you,
At 6 years old,
When I didn't see through your fake smiles.

This sticky crimson fluid continues to flow,
From my tongue to my surroundings.
I'll spit it out and look like a monster when you are not looking.
I'll shake my head, spewing the nauseating, metallic-tasting nectar.
Doing anything i can to get it out of my mouth, even if it'll only be for a short while.
This sap will continue to fill my mouth,
Swallowing it burns my throat, and makes me vomit up mistakes.
You scream and shout if I accidentally word vomit a time or two.
I guess I can't blame you, the words seem violent.
But can you blame me?
I mean, it's like you have beaten a dog, and backed it into a corner with no escape,
Of course my growls will be mean,
Of course my bite will be sharp,
You didn't give me a choice,
I didn't want to attack,
But is it considered an attack or defense at this point,
Because between all the verbal abuse, and manipulative tricks,
I'll be damned if it doesn't feel like I was trapped by your malicious phrases,
Cornered by the tone of your voice,
Treed by the likes of you.
Can you blame me for barking a time or two?
Because i have been biting my tongue for so long, that these holes are starting to heal around my fangs

That disgusting,
Vile,
Repugnant,
Abhorrent,
Detestable that elixir the body makes to ensure oxygen circulates to the body,
The one that pumps through the heart,
It will continue to fill my mouth and drown my words.
It will continue to make me gag and choke,
Because after all,
You, more than any other man
Has taught me that silence is golden.
Or is it red?