bite the hand that feeds you

Outside your window 

lies the hand that feeds you poison 

now would be the reason 

to bite the hand that feeds you 

but you can’t know what you don’t know


angel exterior 

but a monster inside 

it dwells here

its nature’s to hide

feeding off the hungry and the ignorant 

it knows you better than you really know yourself 

fooled into believing you’re  in heaven 

when you’re really going through hell 

you think the fire renews you 

from the drowning you’ve been through 


fire only burns

skin off the bones 

strips you of your pride 

and leaves you alone

This poem is about: 
Our world


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