Pull me down
to the ground
try and break me
you hypocritical bitch.
Whispers, behind my back
sorry; real life doesn't work like that.
Call me names
that you invented
for the spaces
between my words.
Do you really think that you
can outdo the voice in my head?
And my silver lining
is just that;
your bullying words to me
can never outdo my own.
Try to prove me wrong all you like,
I know that you'll fail.
I've seen the ring,
been inside it.
You wouldn't make it
out alive.
So just you try me
and see how it turns out.
Because one of these days,
my anger won't stay
locked up in these clenched fists,
and pummeled into my bear,
into myself.
Sparks are gonna fly
with these tears,
and I promise
that you will not like it.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories & Poetry
PuisiA collection of my poems and short stories. I write and publish them spontaneously- whenever the inspiration hits!
