Ms. Chronic Pushover

Mon, 03/02/2015 - 22:07 -- ni5ha98

Watch me burn

Watch me burn

As the world turns and turns

And you won't hear me say a word

I'd be silent as they take advantage

Kill me with your fiery swords

I wouldn't scream to be heard

Leave my charred remains on the curb

 

These voices persist

Even when they seem to exist

They live in my imagination as a figment

I may shed a tear

Pain may be too much to bear

But in the end they still won't care

 

These voices

These voices speak

Their words pierce me so deep

Where it hits home

And I know that I'm alone

They kick me with spikes on their shoes

How could they be so rude

But I let them kick and let them kill me

Because I don't deserve sympathy

 

Here I am in the smoke

Suffocating here I choke

And I cry out woe is me

Tell the world my insecurities

They just shake their heads

And they leave you for dead

I look around and see no friends

 

These voices go on

Like an army so strong

And they talk for so long

They live in my head

Each one I already wed

And we all share the same bed

This poem is about: 
Me

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