Slip Of The Tongue
Oh won't you ever see?
Every which way that I turn
They're waiting
Waiting to take a slice at me
Who can I turn to?
Who can I trust?
They stomp all over my feelings
only to turn them to dust
They're flying everywhere!
I scramble and trip
Over every mistaken cold slice
That slipped off the tip
Of their good ol' trusty knife
Trying so desperately
To gather the pieces
To shape them
To tape them
To make them look new
But the cuts of their words
Turned into the scars on my skin
They back peddle the knife
Right into my heart
They twist it and turn it
Trying to tear me apart
They spread lies faster than any disease I've seen
Trying to force me to be part of their scene
But Jokes on them!
For it's my callused wrists
That take their hits
And just because I can't feel it
Does not make them right
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PoetryThese are some poems I wrote about experiences I had with people in my life. These are my "fuck you" letters. I love feedback!
