How dare you
Use it against me
My own pain
The things that ive
Spit out to you
When i was crying out
In vein
How dare you
Use me as your muse
Like your some type
Of painter and
I'm just here for your own use
This is why
Broken people
Don't like to be broken
Well at least not
In front of you
Because you collect
All of my broken shards
Then put them
To your own use
You use them to cut me
When I am down
Waiting for the right moment
To use them
Like just right now
Do you feel great?
When you use your sword of hate
To defeat me
Like this was my fate
Did you see the blood
Run down my face?
Full of my vulnerability
You don't get to use me
As your muse
Why only look at me when we
Are in a crowded room?
YOU ARE READING
Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet
