Silent Thoughts

 Is it possible?

To wake up smiling

while internally

bleeding.

As shaved off was

my innocence

before I was allowed to

live.

It was in my

infancy, where they choked life

for me not to

breathe.

Bringing afore hell,

down in the

playground.

But dared not to

speak.

For hate a

transitive of love,

wounded my being

that I see myself

no more.

Wondering!

Was it the life

they promised?

So I fought myself

with Spears.

Neglected trust for

rage.

As silent thoughts,

dearly loved

friends.

Grind the bones

crosses brought

forth.

But none

was there to land a

hand.

So reversed became

me.

Scared to show my

heart.

As love was hate,

remember they

taught me so.

Now they yell at my

age

Curse my guts.

As bewildered

thoughts,

brews cocktails of

revenge.

Splashing my flesh

to feel alive.

Hotels remembering

my dash--

For every night is

a different stick at play.

Calling me names!

Yet forgetting it

was them

it was them who

neglected me first

it was them who

forgot me first

it was them who

landed their hands to curse me.

Now I borrow their possession

for short

temper flashing for

not

Enraged by the

world.