Pride
Based upon The Only Difference Between Suicide and Martyrdom Is Press Coverage by Panic! At The Disco
Calm yourself, the story’s just starting,
I wrote all the words so please no departing,
We haven’t yet met, but what do you care?
I offer my hand, take it, if you dare.
I’ll change all the rules and burn all the books,
I know all your secrets, your crannies and nooks.
Give me your anger, or just your attention,
You know all the queens and kings that you mention?
I’ve switched them all up, and turned them around,
So now at the top are the ones from the ground.
For yes we are young, but if you will hear,
See how our eyes hold not pride but fear?
Surrender your power, position and name,
Give it to those who have played the cruel game.
YOU ARE READING
The Poetic Idiot
PoetryWarning: May cause tears, revolution, or the smashing of the technological device on which you are reading this.
