You think,
That every word you fire at me,
About me,
Will break me,
Tear my soul apart,
Shred my heart to pieces,
That I'll beg for your mercy,
And allow you to wield me,
Like a pen that's ran out of ink,
You're wrong,
Your words fuel my anger,
They flood my veins with adrenaline,
And pull my trigger,
They build me up,
So I can tear you down,
It's what makes me, me.
YOU ARE READING
My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoetryIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
