Breathe Again

Rage

It's funny sometimes
How easy it is for people
To cast a quick glare,
Give a side glance,
And show a malicious smirk
Because they love to play god
To look down on you
And slap you with all your mistakes,
As if they were any better
Just to mask their own insecurities.

But it gets tiring,
Repulsive even,
I loath every single one of them,
That sometimes I want to give in to the urge,
I want to stab their eyes,
I want to sew their mouth shut,

I feel anger,
Rage,
Sadness,
And fear,
Because I dread the day
That I would believe their thoughts,
and become what they make me.

On my passing times,
I wish their skulls to crack open
So that I could feed them my rage,
And imprint on them my ugly thoughts
Because that's what the system does—
Distort the truth with meaningless shit
Make you believe what they want you to,
And you are a fool to give a blind faith.

I am not my past,
Nor the mistakes that come crawling up at me,
And still haunts me in my dreams.

I am not your judgment,
Nor your opinions and thoughts about me,
Don't give me prejudices,
For you cannot chain my hands
And expect me to follow your fucked up rules
I am not your puppet to control
And never will be.

This is what I am:
A ticking time bomb,
A trigger to the bullet,
Your shot across the bow,
One more glare from you,
If I hear another one of your accusing thoughts,
God knows what I would do—

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Wow, this is one dark thought.

8:07pm

May 4, 2020