Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

HOLD

This is a piece of cake,
Waiting for you to eat,
There is a knife,
Waiting on your seat,
There's no crowds on the lonely street,
Slowly violent screams in your head,
This is another treat,

How can you treat your threats?,
When the world is treating you differently?,
Even justice was scaled,
Even songs was scanned,
Even your personality was judged freely,
For we have the freedom to think,
To say what's in our head,
But now I am out of words,
Struggling myself to push further,

This is a tale of me,
For loving myself,
A forbidden character,
Without wings,
A short legged asian,
Without riches,
A small human,
With a big heart,
Pumps my blood form head to toe,
Screaming for words I want to show,

I rarely use the word "Just",
I don't know why,
But this is unjust,
Giving your trust,
To someone who hones your crust,
And then breaking you in the thin air,
Leaving you dusts,

Fists was bumped in the walls,
Empty streets and empty stalls,
Police sirens started to call,
This is the last breath, it is time to fall,

Empty mind,
And empty sheets,
Writers blocked,
And stolen beads,
Doors was locked,
Uneven deeds,
Sharp-ended knives,
And thorned up beds,
I planted anger,
And here's the seed,

I promised to change,
But I will never change,
I promised myself to change,
But the change, changed me,
The promises changed me on how I accept changes,
And the changes I accepted,
Challenged me.