You are coercive in your emotional tendencies when something is amiss or doesn't go your way. Your turmoil of distress beckons you to yield to my will. That is all that plays in my mind when I'm around you. That is what i take heed in my actions and justify my wrong doings with a statement like "I was acting out of distress or emotions" but the truth is. A peace of me smirks and you make it feel right. It's wrong in every moral aspect of my beliefs but sometimes i think it's justified. I wouldn't have you if I didn't need you right. But you don't last long. Your visits are always short for some reason I cannot explain. I sometimes have you for hours and sometimes seconds but never a lasting day. Unlike the others Pain, Joy and Sorrow I have you for a short while. And normally you come after pain's visit like seriously why do I need pain first to see that you exist. You overwhelm me because I have no control over you then you blind me into regrettably bad things. Decisions and statements that leave me guilty. I despise pity but after you go that is what I get for myself. I'm afraid to open my eyes sometimes because everytime I see you I see everything that I don't want to be. Can I have regular checkup visits in order I control you. Nothing much cause I'll scare others . Imagine I'm afraid of me what more if someone else sees me. They'll be terrified. Arrest my shame and but my anger in a chain. I control you and never should it be the other way around because no lie. If you have control of the wheel I'll perish immediately because your side effects are invitations to despair. You are an evil individual who masks his wrath with a sense of nobility and you try to compensate your ruthlessness with good deeds. You go the extra mile because you constantly feel guilty because you enjoy the wrath within you. An evil with a face called King. A wolf like your favorite animal. You're good at worst though but truly evil at best. You are a controlled self righteous chaos. An artist in turmoil emotional despair. You're anguish is your fuel pump. Pumping words of destruction killing away all that matters to you. What hurts is that you see it but still you haven't done anything about it. There isn't a single one of your friends you have not hurt. Whether they know it or they don't yet. Directly or indirectly. Everyone associated with you has a cry from your cause. You beautiful diamond and a silver tongue. A heart of gold is what you market yourself as but once they buy the product they truly see it's a golden cage hiding your heart. With no keys you'll let no one in. If it gets closer it dies from your rampage of vandalising poetry with a touch of a megalomaniac and a whole lot of organised pain. You exploit the weak and help others because deep down you can't help yourself so the classic give what you don't have comes back to bite you. You give what you don't have. You need help but can't get any so you help others instead. But what help is it when you destroy both yourself and them
My tears are not worthless
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Letters and Emotions.
PoesíaEach emotion and action are addressed as though they are living entities. it's a one sided conversation of what certain scenarios/emotions made me feel, act or behave in a certain way.
