Filed under: Anger, Hatred, Negative, Poetry, Society | Tags: hatred, Rebel, Society
Like a cigarette
I am ground by your heel.
Into the dust
My pain you must feel.
Dash me aside
Throw me asunder.
This may just be
Your final, last blunder.
I can rise up, fight
Against your regime
You think you can rule
my spirit, supreme.
At my touch, you must turn
And in turning flee
For you shall be hunted
And ruled by me.
I was wandering
through this long life.
You caught me wondering
about trouble and strife.
How can I find sorrow
With so much to thank for.
And yet I seem to burrow
Sinking slowly through the floor.
When I am with you
And you with him,
I am a third wheel, held by a screw
to tie me to your whim.
Every which way I turn
I see more dead ends
Ends that end in spurn
Or with never ending bends.
When I am with you
And you with him,
I am a third wheel, held by a screw
to tie me to your whim.
Twisting and turning
Down the pathway
My stomach churning
Kick me where I lay
When I am with you
And you with him,
I am a third wheel, held by a screw
to tie me to your whim.
You cannot please me
yet I know you try.
I see guilt, pity for me
Writhing in your eyes.
When I am with you
And you with him,
I am a third wheel, held by a screw
to tie me to your whim.
A stab to the heart
and meaningless comforts
are the same, useless art
and they my mind contorts.
I throw back your insults
your compliments, your lies.
You, once my consult
now force me to cry.
When I am with you
And you with him,
I am a third wheel, without a screw
to hold me to your whim.
At the edges of consiousness
Peripheral reality
You know, as well as I
Hatred bubbles beneath the skin
On the far horizon
You know as well as I
Fazed out, blurred
Barely visible
Yet you know as well as I
You think you don’t
Denial from reality
Yet you know as well as I
I defy you to search
Delve, under our skins
As you know as well as I
I know you will find
The deep seated hatred
You know as well as I
Pretences, falseness
Outside reality
Yet you know as well as I
Anger, hatred, emotional malaise
All of these I know
You know as well as I
You rip me down
Take my pride
leave me in a puddle
of self-loathing CRAP
You’re a TWAT
I hate you
I want you to
Curl up
And feel the way I feel
When you go behind my back
Make me feel alone
And isolated
You turn my friends against me
You’re a TWAT
