Shout it out
Scream it away
I don't want to hear it
Get out get out
I don't wanna listen
Strike after strike
But in the end
You just fail
So the insults come in
Your eyes
They fall down to the ground
Try not to cry
So you shy your face away
Slam
Bruises caused by a blunt sword
Through white armor
There's only a weak crying girl.
And she doesn't know how to deal with this-
The confusion
It's so great
Through all the blurred voices
And the-
Clanging metal
I love this
But I hate
The people in it
Help me
I'm drowning in heat
Caused by my cheeks
The peek at my face
And say nothing
I just continue what I've been told to do.
Don't you ever love a subject or sport a lot but then the people in it are ruining it?
Yeah.
It sucks
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
