You kill me, squash me to the ground,
Stab me with your cunning words,
Look at me with your fist raised high,
Eyes so evil, the room so cursed,
Yet with the scars that break me down,
I'll lift myself up.
You insult me, think of me as nothing,
Give me no chance to prove,
Deciding for yourself what I'm worth,
But you knew not, I could get the mountain to move,
You knew not, I could lift myself up.
You think I am lifeless as a object,
Dumb as a dog, weak as an ant,
You did not give me the credit I deserved,
You think I am the smallest plant,
Least did you know, it was the one that was remembered.
No, don't you worry, I'll not avenge you,
I'll not do the things you did to me,
I'll be the same as before,
I'll lift you up and I'll set myself free,
'cause you knew not, that's how strong I am.
You think you broke my dreams,
Killed my passion, burnt my desire,
You think you made me numb,
Least did you know, what you did, only got my dreams to go higher.
You'll watch me burn, burn with desire.
You'll watch me reach higher than ever,
You'll watch me being the happiest,
You'll watch me with such a grief, which will erase your sins, your curelness, forever.
It's a promise I make to you,
A promise to be remembered.
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I dedicate this poem to all the beautiful souls who have been abused, insulted, looked down upon. Remember, that you are not alone. You are stronger.
Criticism is appreciated! :-)
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
