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.
